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Song 75. This silkworm (to long sleep retir'd) |
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Song 75. This silkworm (to long sleep retir'd)
This silkworm (to long sleep retir'd)The early year hath re-inspir'd,
Who now to pay to thee prepares
The tribute of her pleasing cares;
& hastens with industrious toyl
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See with what pains she spins for thee
The thread of her own destinie;
Then growing proud in Death, to know
That all her curious labours thou
Wilt, as in Triumph, deign to wear,
Retires to her soft sepulchre.
Such dearest, is that hapless state
To which I am design'd by Fate,
Who by thee (willingly) or'ecome,
Work my own Fetters and my Tombe.
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