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Come ye heavy states of night,
Do my fathers spirit right,
Soundings baleful let me borrow,
Burthening my song with sorrow,
Come sorrow come her eyes that sings,
By thee are turnèd into springs.
Come you virgins of the night,
That in dirges sad delight,
Choir my anthems, I doe borrow
Gold nor pearle, but sounds of sorrow:
Come sorrow come her eyes that sings,
By thee are turnèd into springs.
