I look upon myself and curse my fate
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Shall I compare you to a winter's day?
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Pull down your vanity, I say pull down
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A world of made is not a world of born
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I all alone beweep my outcast state
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and my eternal spring is shall not fade
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Some safer world in depths of wood embrace
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The stars move still with sound of glace
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And all the air a solemn stilness holds
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My ear is much enarmoured of your silent notes
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What angel wakes me from my flowered bed?
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Oh, you have killed my sleeping fairy-land
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I pray you gentle mortal, sing again
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I'm wandering till truth makes all things plain
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By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn
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to stay but here awhile most radiantly
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How glorious once above thy sphere
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and all the air
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Heaven's matchless king does glance
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methought he is there
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The Sealing Day
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| Darkseed |
