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SWEET Flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I

strew, — O woe ! thy canopy is dust and stones;Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,

Or, wanting that, with tears distilled by moans : The obsequies that I for thee will keep Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.

Pardon, Goddess of the night,
Those that slew thy virgin knight ;
For the which, with songs of woe,
Round about her tomb they go.

Midnight, assist our moan;
Help us to sigh and groan,

Heavily, heavily :
Graves, yawn and yield your dead
Till death be uttered,

Heavily, heavily.

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FEAR no more the heat o' the sun

Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done,

Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o’the great;

Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat ;

To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning-flash

Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone ; Fear not slander, censure rash;

Thou hast finish'd joy and moan : All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust.

No exorciser harm thee !
Nor no witchcraft charm thee !
Ghost unlaid forbear thee !
Nothing ill come near thee !
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave !

XXIII

THE FAIRY LIFE

W HERE the bee sucks, there suck I:

In a cowslip's bell I lie ;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly

After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

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Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands : Courtsied when you have and kiss'd

The wild waves whist,
Foot it featly here and there ;
And, sweet Sprites, the burthen bear :
Hark, hark !

Bow-wow.
The watch-dogs bark :

Bow-wow.
Hark, hark ! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer

Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.

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