To what dark cave of frozen night
Shall poor Sylvander hie;
Depriv'd of thee, his life and light,
The sun of all his joy?
To what dark cave of frozen night
Shall poor Sylvander hie;
Depriv'd of thee, his life and light,
The sun of all his joy?
The blinded boy that shootes so trim, From heaven downe did hie.
And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose.
As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them,
Out-stripping crows that strive to over-fly them.
Tomorrow, more's the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.
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