The Poet Hath Lost His Pipe.
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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"I cannot pipe as I was wont to do,..."
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