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The blackbird's note on Spring's first morn, / Is not so sweet as my love's voice, / Her music, like a song re-born, / For great Eurydice's own choice --
Nay, Orpheus gave not to the shades, / To win his love, such minstrelsy, / As my dear love, whose song pervades / The hell from which she set me free.