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Regret

What pleading passion of the dark
Hath left the Morning pale?
She listens! "'T is, alas, the Lark,
And not the Nightingale!
O for the gloom-encircled sphere,
Whose solitary bird
Outpours for Love's awakening ear
What noon hath never heard!"

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