Te consecre Mirèio: es moun cor e moun amo, Es la flour de mis an. Es un raisin de crau qu’emé touto sa ramo, Te porge un païsan.
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I offer thee Mirèio: it is my heart and spirit, The blossom of my years. A cluster of Crau grapes, with all the green leaves near it, To thee a peasant bears.
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Preface to the English Edition.
THIRTY odd years have come and gone since the curious litterateurs ofParis were excited and charmed by the apparition of Fréd