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Since a Norman duke broke your gods of clay,
Eternally, beneath Virgil's laurel spray,
The pale
hydrangea
is wed to the green myrtle.
19th Century French Poetry
Since a Norman duke broke your gods of clay,
Eternally, beneath Virgil's laurel spray,
The pale
hydrangea
is wed to the green myrtle.
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