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Awake, awake! The silence hath a voice;Not thine, thou heart of fire, palpitating
Until all griefs change countenance and rejoice,
And all joys ache o'er-ripe since thou dost sing,
Not thine this voice of the dry meadow-lands,
Harsh iteration! note untuneable!
Which shears the breathing quiet with a blade
Of ragged edge! Say, wilt thou ne'er be still
Crier in June's high progress, whose commands
Upon no heedless drowzed heart are laid?
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