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hated image ever haunts my eyes; "And why this grief? thy daughter lives," he cries. Stung with my love, and furious with despair,[23] All torn my garments, and my bosom bare, 140 My woes, thy crimes, I to the world proclaim; Such inconsistent things are love and shame! 'Tis thou art all my care and my delight, My daily longing, and my dream by night:[24] Oh night more pleasing than the brightest day, 145 When fancy gives what absence takes away, And, dressed in all its visionary charms, Restores my fair deserter to my arms! Then round your neck in wanton wreaths I twine, Then you, methinks, as fondly circle mine: 150 A thousand tender words I hear and speak; A thousand melting kisses give, and take:[25] Then fiercer joys, I blush to mention these, Yet, while I blush, confess how much they please. But when, with day, the sweet delusions fly, 155 And all things wake to life and joy, but I, As if once more forsaken, I complain, And close my eyes to dream of you again:[26] Then frantic rise, and like some fury rove Through lonely plains,[27] and through the silent grove, 160 As if the silent grove, and lonely plains, That knew my pleasures, could relieve my pains. I view the grotto, once the scene of love, The rocks around, the hanging roofs above, That charmed me more, with native moss o'ergrown, 165 Than Phrygian marble, or the Parian stone; I find the shades that veiled our joys before; But, Phaon gone, those shades delight no more.[28] Here the pressed herbs with bending tops betray Where oft entwined in am'rous folds we lay; 170 I kiss that earth which once was pressed by you, And all with tears the with'ring herbs bedew. For thee the fading trees appear to mourn, And birds defer their songs till thy return: Night shades the groves, and all in silence lie, 175 All but the mournful Philomel and I: With mournful Philomel I join my strain, Of Tereus she, of Phaon I complain.[29] A spring there is, whose silver waters show, Clear as a glass, the shining sands below: 180 A flow'ry lotos spreads its arms above, Shades all the banks, and s
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