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For though banished from my flocks And confin'ed within these rocks, Here I waste away the light, And consume the sullen night, She doth for my comfort stay And keeps many cares away, Though I miss the flowery fields, With these fruits the spring-tide yields, Though I may not see those groves Where the Shepherds chaunt their loves, And the Lasses more excel D