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RACHEL THE POETESS

One Gentle Evening Suave

One gentle evening suave, I'll go I shall pretend to have forgot
Outside and immobile, That fate's decree is signed,
Not speaking to a single soul, Which changes my few festive days
I'll sit awhile. To mourning predestined.

I'll rest like one who seeks refuge One gentle evening, suave, I'll go
From the sirocco's heat, Outside and immobile,
In the shade of a leafy tree, Not speaking to a single soul,
While sitting at its feet. I'll sit awhile.