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TO PYRRHA.

Pyrrha! your smiles are gleams of sun
That after one another run
Incessantly, and think it fun.
Pyrrha! your tears are short sweet rain
That glimmering on the flower-lit plain
Zephyrs kiss back to heaven again.
Pyrrha! both anguish me: do please
To shed but (if you wish me ease)
Twenty of those, and two of these.