That ere in choir the robins ring,
Pipes its own name like one afraid.
“It seems pain-prompted to repeat
The story of some ancient ill,
But Phœbe! Phœbe! sadly sweet,
Is all it says, and then is still.
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“Phœbe! it calls and calls again;
And Ovid, could he but have heard,
Had hung a legendary pain