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SLEEPING ON LATMOS.
Awake, Endymion!
How art thou sleeping still?
What light step climbs the hill,
What brightness cometh on?
Awake, Endymion!
Wake,
For Phœbe's sake.
How art thou sleeping still?
What light step climbs the hill,
What brightness cometh on?
Awake, Endymion!
Wake,
For Phœbe's sake.
Awake, Endymion!—
What dream hath lit his smile?
Was it that very while
Her love around him shone?
Awake, Endymion!
Wake,
For Phœbe's sake.
What dream hath lit his smile?
Was it that very while
Her love around him shone?
Awake, Endymion!
Wake,
For Phœbe's sake.
Awake, Endymion!—
Wilt thou not wake for this?
And his still lips a kiss
Divine from fond lips won.
Now wake, Endymion!
Wake,
For Phœbe's sake.
Wilt thou not wake for this?
And his still lips a kiss
Divine from fond lips won.
Now wake, Endymion!
Wake,
For Phœbe's sake.
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