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| YOU loathed fields and forests, | |
| Infected with my vain sighs! | |
| You stony rocks, and deaf hills, | |
| With my complaints, to speak taught! | |
| You sandy shores, with my tears, | 5 |
| Which learn to wash your dry face! | |
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| Behold, and learn in my face, | |
| The state of blasted forests! | |
| If you would learn to shed tears, | |
| Or melt away with oft sighs; | 10 |
| You shall, of me, be this taught, | |
| As I sit under these hills, | |
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| Beating mine arms on these hills, | |
| Laid grovelling on my lean face! | |
| My sheep, of me to bleat taught; | 15 |
| And to wander through the forests! | |
| The sudden winds learn my sighs! | |
| AURORA’s flowers, my tears! | |
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| But She that should see my tears, | |
| Swift scuddeth by the high hills, | 20 |
| And sees me spent with long sighs, | |
| And views my blubbered lean face; | |
| Yet leaves me to the forests, | |
| Whose solitary paths taught | |
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| My woes, all comforts untaught. | 25 |
| These sorrows, sighs, and salt tears | |
| Fit solitary forests! | |
| These outcries meet for deaf hills! | |
| These tears, best fitting this face! | |
| This air, most meet for these sighs! | 30 |
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| Consume! consume, with these sighs! | |
| Such sorrows, they to die taught! | |
| Which printed are in thy face, | |
| Whose furrows made with much tears! | |
| You stony rocks! and high hills! | 35 |
| You sandy shores! and forests! | |
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| Report my seas of salt tears! | |
| You! whom I nothing else taught, | |
| But groanings! tears! and sad sighs! | |
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