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as the glistering planets shine

When winds have cleaned the skies,

Her love appeared, appealed for mine,

And wantoned in her eyes.

Clear as the shining tapers burned

On Cytherea's shrine,

Those brimming, lustrous beauties turned,

And called and conquered mine.

The beacon-lamp that Hero lit

No fairer shone on sea,

No plainlier summoned will and wit,

Than hers encouraged me.

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