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‘Her hand soft touching, whispered thus. Awake
My fairest, my espoused, my latest found,
Heavens best gift, my ever new delight!
Awake, the morning shines, the fresh field
Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring
Our tender plants, how blows the citron grove,
What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed
How nature paints her colours, how the bee
sits in the bloom extracting liquid sweet.’ -Book V