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 While one of his bright beams yet glows in heaven,

I dare not leave the covert of the wood.

Hast thou collected from the last blown rose

The dewy drops, which, warmed by Cynthia's beam,

Do form the bath, wherein our gracious Queen

Her lovely person laves?

I have them here

Collected lucent, in this diamond-drop.

And I—look! in this Chalice, deftly wrought

Of tender rose-leaves, I do hold enshrined

The perfume of a whole sweet violet bed.

Hast thou fulfilled our Lord's commands thyself?