On Chloris Being Ill

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Long, long the night,
Heavy comes the morrow,
While my soul's delight
Is on her bed of sorrow.

Can I cease to care,
Can I cease to languish,
While my darling fair
Is on the couch of anguish.

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Ev'ry hope is fled;
Ev'ry fear is terror;
Slumber even I dread,
Ev'ry dream is horror.

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Hear me, powers divine!
Oh, in pity, hear me!
Take aught else of mine,
But my Chloris spare me!

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