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her arms unconscious lying,

Cytherea's love is dying.

On the hill and in the valley,

Through the grove and sun-lit alley,

Drooping flower and fading leaf

Share her grief.

But in realms of gloom and night

Proserpina wreathes her hair,

And a gleam of tender light

Seems to pierce the darkness there:

Ah!" she sighs, "I long have waited

With the calm of hopeless pain,

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