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Francis Vielé-Griffin (pseudonym of Egbert Ludovicus Viélé, May 26, 1864 – November 12, 1937), was a French symbolist poet. He was born at Norfolk, Virginia, USA, the son of General Egbert Ludovicus Viele, and moved to France with his mother (the former Teresa Griffin) in 1872. Ne croyez pasPour ce qu'avril rit roseDans les vergersOu palit de l'exces voluptueux des fleursQue toutes chosesSont selon nos gais coeursEt qu'il n'est plus une soif a etancher.