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[What makes my tender Phæbe weep?]
What makes my tender Phæbe weep?
O! tell me, Phæbe, why:
Why those bright Orbs in Sorrow steep?
O! wipe the flowing Eye.
O! tell me, Phæbe, why:
Why those bright Orbs in Sorrow steep?
O! wipe the flowing Eye.
Quench not that Star, that is my Guide,
O! spare the precious Tear:
Let not those Drops increase the Tide,
And drown your Beauty there.
O! spare the precious Tear:
Let not those Drops increase the Tide,
And drown your Beauty there.
To dry those Eyes in Pity choose,
And banish gloomy Night;
Your Lustre by this Grief you loose,
But all the World—it's Light.
And banish gloomy Night;
Your Lustre by this Grief you loose,
But all the World—it's Light.
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