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SONG ("MY GOBLET'S GOLDEN...")

My goblet's golden lips are dry,
   And, as the rose doth pine
   For dew, so doth for wine
         My goblet's cup;
Rain, O! rain, or it will die;
         Rain, fill it up!

Arise, and get thee wings to-night,
   Ętna! and let run o'er
   Thy wines, a hill no more,
         But darkly frown
A cloud, where eagles dare not soar,
         Dropping rain down.

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