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I cannot change, as others do,
Though you unjustly scorn;
Since that poor swain, that sighs for you
For you alone was born.
No, Phyllis, no, your heart to move
A surer way I'll try:
And to revenge my slighted love,
Will still love on, will still love on, and die.

When, kill'd with grief, Amyntas lies;
And you to mind shall call
The sighs that now unpitied rise;
The tears that vainly fall:
That welcome hour that ends this smart,
Will then begin your pain;
For such a faithful, tender heart
Can never break, can never break in vain.

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Its mystic lights suddenly seems to appear Nights becomes morning becomes day A great thoughtful poem a a A+
very sublime and beautiful verse i have now read first glad you have poetic acumen of composing in metaphorical verse now read my poems you may MOM'S SMILES you have tears coming your way as ur a poet all here say
Congratulations on your poem's selection as the 'Member Poem of the Day'! The title is nice, so is the poem.
beautifully written- every night flooding us with its mystic light///
The magical effect of a colorful manifestation of nature portrayed in an excellent verse. Congrats on the well deserved poem of the Day.
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