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Rh ( appears and listens a moment.)

What do you murmur, moody wanderer? Watching the dancers with a jaundic'd eye! Is nothing lovely in this gay green world?

Much that is lovely, little to be lov'd, Friends who are fickle, women who are false And planets unpropitious.

O, have done, You are the world's eternal malcontent, You nurse a grudge 'gainst all humanity! Your sensibility's so exquisite, The Zephyr seems to you a boreal blast, The Summer sunshine not to be endur'd.