Picture of a Hypochondriac
There sits he, with his arms across his heart,
And melancholy eye-lids like the Dawn,
When she (the sun being yet unseen) doth gaze
Coldly upon the wet and frozen flowers.
And melancholy eye-lids like the Dawn,
When she (the sun being yet unseen) doth gaze
Coldly upon the wet and frozen flowers.
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