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1Why doth the tears stand in the
2Of the imperial crown?
3Of her sad heart just to that height doth rise.
cataracts4fall, or numerous drops
5Yet she is like
the constant Caspian6still.
Phœbus7courts her with his amorous rays,
7And with his burning kisses oft
8Yet finds he it far, far above his power
To exhale9one tear from this heroic flower,
10But she remains; O, that my soul did so,
11Ever brimful, yet never