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"Even the sand-martin, that inferior creature, "Goes once a year abroad." "It is his nature, "But yours how different once!" and then she sigh'd, "There was a time, Ah! would that I had died, "E'er you so chang'd! when you'd have perish'd rather "Than this poor breast should heave a single feather "With grief and care. And all this cant of fashion "Would but have rais'd your anger, or compassion,— "O my dear love! You sought not then to range, "But on my changeful neck as fell the light, "You sweetly said, you wish'd no other change "Than that soft neck could shew; to berries bright "Of mountain ash, you fondly could compare "My scarlet feet and bill; my shape and air, "Ah! faithless flatterer, did you not declare "The soul of grace and beauty center'd there?