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tracted

to

thine

own

bright

eyes,

feed\'st

thy

light\'s

fl

with

fuel,

making

a

famine

where

abundance

lies,

thlf

thy

foe,

to

thy

sweet

too

cruel.

thou

that

art

now

the

world\'s

fresh

or,

and

only

herald

to

the

gaudy

spring,

within

thine

own

bud

buriest

thy

tent,

and,

tender

churl,

mak\'st

waste

in

niggarding.

pity

the

world,