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The Poet Hath Lost His Pipe.
A poem by
Robert Herrick
I cannot pipe as I was wont to do,
Broke is my reed, hoarse is my singing, too;
My wearied oat I'll hang upon the tree,
And give it to the sylvan deity.
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