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| WHEN I walk forth into the Woods, | |
| With heavy Passion to complain | |
| I view the trees with blushing buds | |
| Ashamed, or grieved at my pain! | |
| There amaranthe, with rosy stain | 5 |
| (Me pitying) doth his leaves ingrain! | |
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| When I pass pensive to the Shore, | |
| The water birds about me fly, | |
| As if they mourned! when rivers roar, | |
| Chiding thy wrathful cruelty; | 10 |
| Halcion watcheth warily | |
| To chide thee, when thou comest by! | |
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| If to the City, I repair | |
| Mine eyes thy cruelty betray! | |
| And those which view me, find my care: | 15 |
| Swoll’n eyes and sorrows it betray! | |
| Whose figures in my forehead are, | |
| These curse the cause of mine ill fare! | |
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| When I go forth to feed my Flocks | |
| As I, so they hang down their heads! | 20 |
| If I complain to ruthless Rocks, | |
| (For that it seems, hard rocks her bred) | |
| Rocks’ ruth, in rivers may be read! | |
| Which from those rocks down tricklèd. | |
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| When shepherds would know how I fare, | 25 |
| And ask, “How doth PARTHENOPHIL?” | |
| “Ill,” ECHO answers, in void air; | |
| And with these news, each place doth fill! | |
| Poor herdgrooms, from each cottage, will | |
| Sing my complaints, on every hill! | 30 |
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