The Poetical Works of William Collins/Sonnet

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SONNET.

When Phœbe form'd a wanton smile,My soul! it reach'd not here:Strange, that thy peace, thou trembler, fliesBefore a rising tear!From 'midst the drops, my love is born, 5That o'er those eyelids rove:Thus issued from a teeming waveThe fabled queen of love.
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