On Chantrelles
In the mountains,
where the berries grow;
Hides a treasure,
some friends may know;
Among the summer flowers’ leaves,
Are golden treasures such as these;
If I could choose where I will lie,
When it is time for me to die;
Then let it be a quiet place,
That these fair beauties yearly grace.
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