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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

I

Unveil, divinely Fair, your Eyes,
And from the downy Bed arise;
Ah! did you Strephon's Love partake,
You would not sleep, but ever wake.

II

Hence, hence, dull God of Sleep, away,
Let my Celinda bless the Day:
Insensibly, you close those Eyes,
At whose each Look, a Shepherd dyes.