A la mia bella Clori
fioriscan selve e dumi
e corran latte i rivi e mele i fiumi;
e senza ardore e gelo
rida la terra e 'l cielo;
l'indori Amor gli strali,
temprando i fochi al ventilar de l'ali.
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