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AMARYLLIS.
Mourn, mourn for Amaryllis whom Desire
Masked as Love has stolen from our troop!
Lament for her, ye Virgins! who could stoop
To such base service, quitting Dian's quire.
Masked as Love has stolen from our troop!
Lament for her, ye Virgins! who could stoop
To such base service, quitting Dian's quire.
Lament for Amaryllis! Never more
Her voice shall lift the hymn in Dian's praise;
Her silent ghost, among Love's Castaways,
Wanders along the sad Lethean shore.
Her voice shall lift the hymn in Dian's praise;
Her silent ghost, among Love's Castaways,
Wanders along the sad Lethean shore.
Weep, weep for her! Would that our tears might blot
The record of her sorrow and her shame!
Love! who beguiled her sense abused thy name:
Forgive the blinded eyes that knew thee not!
The record of her sorrow and her shame!
Love! who beguiled her sense abused thy name:
Forgive the blinded eyes that knew thee not!
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