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SWEET Echo, sweetest Nymph, that liv'st unseen
Within thine airy shell
By slow Meander's margent green,
And in the violet-embroidered vale,
Where the love-lorn nightingale
Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well;
Canst thou not tell me of a single pair
That likest thy Narcissus are?
O, if thou have
Hid them in some flowery cave, / Tell me but where, / Sweet Queen of Parley, daughter of the Sphere! / So mayest thou be translated to the skies, / And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies.