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Richard Lovelace - Lucasta Weeping
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                    I.
Lucasta wept, and still the bright
   Inamour`d god of day,
With his soft handkercher of light,
   Kist the wet pearles away.

                    II.
But when her teares his heate or`ecame,
   In cloudes he quensht his beames,
And griev`d, wept out his eye of flame,
   So drowned her sad streames.

                    III.
At this she smiled, when straight the sun
   Cleer`d by her kinde desires;
And by her eyes reflexion
   Fast kindl`d there his fires.
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