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Not in the evening's eyes, When they red with weeping are For the sun that dies, Sits sorrow with a face so fair; Nowhere but here did ever meet Sweetness so sad, sadness so sweet.

Steps to the Temple: Delights of the Muses, and Other Poems - Page 241
by Richard Crashaw - 1904 - 401 pages
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cambridge english classics poems

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...to his sweetest Lippes. Then to his musick. And his song Tasts of this Breakfast all day long. VI. Not in the evening's eyes When they Red with weeping...meet Sweetnesse so sad, sadnesse so sweet. VII. When sorrow would be seen In her brightest majesty (For she is a Queen) Then is she drest by none but thee....

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