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Could I outwear my present state of woe / With one brief winter, and indue i' the spring / Hues of fresh youth, and mightily outgrow / The wan dark coil of faded suffering / Forth in the pride of beauty issuing / A sheeny snake, the light of vernal bowers, / Moving his crest to all sweet plots of flowers / And watered vallies where the young birds sing; / Could I thus hope my lost delights renewing, / I straightly would commend the tears to creep / From my charged lids; but inwardly I weep: / Some vital heat as yet my heart is wooing: / This to itself hath drawn the frozen rain / From my cold eyes and melted it again.