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PYGMALION'S DOOM REVERSED.
Happy Pygmalion! that the tender boonThou didst implore sweet Venus granted thee,
See how thy fate hath been reversed for me
In that alive the Lady of my Tune
Was at the first, but now a marble swoon
Hath caused her soft supremacy to flee,
A fairer flush each day 'twas thine to see,
Not even a statue shall be present soon
For me to sing to, thou didst twine around
That image passionate arms that met the stone,
And every hour more warm the marble found,
My harder fate it is to sit and moan
The desolate seat of a vacated throne,
Embraces swiftly by cold force unwound!
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