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Michael Drayton - Sonnet LIII: Clear Anker
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Another to the River Anker

Clear Anker, on whose silver-sanded shore 
My soul-shrin`d saint, my fair Idea, lies, 
O blessed brook, whose milk-white swans adore 
The crystal stream refined by her eyes, 
Where sweet myrrh-breathing Zephyr in the Spring 
Gently distills his nectar-dropping showers, 
Where nightingales in Arden sit and sing 
Among the dainty dew-impearled flowers; 
Say thus, fair Brook, when thou shalt see thy Queen, 
"Lo, here thy shepherd spent his wand`ring years, 
And in these shades, dear nymph, he oft hath been, 
And here to thee he sacrific`d his tears." 
Fair Arden, thou my Tempe art alone, 
And thou, sweet Anker, art my Helicon.
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