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Writ on Clarastella's Busk.
Might I o' nights in thy room lie'Twixt Stella's warmer mounts of snow,
So neer her heart dissolving, I
No higher Paradise would know:
Such envi'd bliss would make me stray,
VVhither the Gods themselves would bow,
And leave heav'ns upper milkie way,
To breath in happier shades below.
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