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Unhappy Swain to be so soft!
Ached his Heart, to hear her smart,
Unhappy Swain to have such Heart!
Ynethered he creeps anear,
Still as a Spirit or as Air.
But could not well tell where she lay,
'Mongst many a Breer and many a Tree,
Which dusk'd in Gloom Moon's waining Ray;
Ah Lallet, how there can'st thou lay!
A Stream half closed a Plat of Grass;
And made a sweet a pleasant Place.
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