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Agony.
I faint; my dying Breath will not suffice
To midwife forth my Words; my falt'ring Tongue
Resigns its Office to my weeping Eyes;
Speak Eyes, and do my faithful Heart no Wrong.
To midwife forth my Words; my falt'ring Tongue
Resigns its Office to my weeping Eyes;
Speak Eyes, and do my faithful Heart no Wrong.
Ye crystal Fountains set your Sluices wide,
Stream forth your Tears like a full flowing Tide;
Draw up the Flood-gates, let the Torrent flow
In its right Current, whether fast or slow.
Stream forth your Tears like a full flowing Tide;
Draw up the Flood-gates, let the Torrent flow
In its right Current, whether fast or slow.
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