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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:

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­why complain      In such soft melody of Song,    That

Poor melancholy bird—-that all night long Tell'st to the Moon, thy tale of tender woe;
From what sad cause can such sweet sorrow flow,
And whence this mournful melody of song
Thy poet's musing fancy would translate What mean the sou...

O Nightingale my
How sad thou art
How heavy is thy wing,
Desperately whirrëd that thy throat may