Orpheus To Woods (song)

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Title:     Orpheus To Woods (song)
Author: Richard Lovelace [More Titles by Lovelace]

Heark! Oh heark! you guilty trees,
In whose gloomy galleries
Was the cruell'st murder done,
That e're yet eclipst the sunne.
Be then henceforth in your twigges
Blasted, e're you sprout to sprigges;
Feele no season of the yeere,
But what shaves off all your haire,
Nor carve any from your wombes
Ought but coffins and their tombes.

[The end]
Richard Lovelace's poem: Orpheus To Woods (song)

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