The Song shall please; and I will paint the Dream
That Midnight gave thee, when with wintry Wing
She swept thy Grot, and shook her grisled Dew
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Upon the frozen Garment of the pool;
And I will drown mine Eye in Tears like thine,
And give my hollow Cheek a dewy pale,
And dress me in the Livery of the Dead;
And o'er their dreary Mansions walk with thee;
Bidding a brief Farewell to little Cares,