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Somewhat of sorrow or of shame I looked to meet in thee, Tho' Love had lost all else, I deemed He must keep memory.

No colour came upon thy cheek, No change within thine eye, There was not even a fault'ring word, Not even a single sigh.

The wound is deepened in my heart, My last vain fancy o'er, And now I only ask of Heaven— To look on thee no more.