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TO A LADY SINGING
Chloris! yourself you so excel,
When you vouchsafe to breathe my thought,
That like a spirit, with this spell
Of my own teaching I am caught.
That eagle’s fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espied a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
Had Echo, with so sweet a grace,
Narcissus’ loud complaints returned;
Not for reflection of his face,
But of his voice, the boy had mourned.
