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      • When high Zeus first peopled earth
      • Methinks my love to thee doth grow
      • Thou must not leave me
      • It was deep April, and the morn
      • Apollo and the Muses taught thee not
      • There comes a change in her breath
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      • She lies asleep: I, watching, do not dare
      • Mine is the eddying foam and the broken current
      • Sweet of my poet how sweet are the eyes, the eye-lids
      • Though I sing high, and chaunt above her
      • Have you seen the olives at set of sun
      • Shall there ever be a morn
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      • O sweet, all sweet, - the body as the shyer
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Apollo and the Muses taught thee not

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    APOLLO and the Muses taught thee not 
    Thy mighty strain, enchantment to the mind, 
    Thralling the heart by spell of holy fears ; 
    Awful thou sought'st Erinys' sacred grot ; 
    And the Eternal Goddess, well inclined, 
    Hath given thee songs, for the dull life of tears.

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