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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882).  Complete Poetical Works.  1893.
From the French.
At La Chaudeau
By Xavier Marmier

AT La Chaudeau,—’t is long since then:
I was young,—my years twice ten;
All things smiled on the happy boy,
Dreams of love and songs of joy,
Azure of heaven and wave below,        5
            At La Chaudeau.
To La Chaudeau I come back old:
My head is gray, my blood is cold;
Seeking along the meadow ooze,
Seeking beside the river Seymouse,        10
The days of my spring-time of long ago
            At La Chaudeau.
At La Chaudeau nor heart nor brain
Ever grows old with grief and pain;
A sweet remembrance keeps off age;        15
A tender friendship doth still assuage
The burden of sorrow that one may know
            At La Chaudeau.
At La Chaudeau, had fate decreed
To limit the wandering life I lead,        20
Peradventure I still, forsooth,
Should have preserved my fresh green youth
Under the shadows the hill-tops throw
            At La Chaudeau.
At La Chaudeau, live on, my friends,        25
Happy to be where God intends;
And sometimes, by the evening fire,
Think of him whose sole desire
Is again to sit in the old château
            At La Chaudeau.        30
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