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 The maid, devoid of guile and sin, I know not how, in fearful wise So deeply had she drunken in That look, those shrunken serpent eyes, That all her features were resign'd To this sole image in her mind: And passively did imitate That look of dull and treacherous hate. And thus she stood, in dizzy trance, Still picturing that look askance, With forc'd unconscious sympathy Full before her father's view As far as such a look could be, In eyes so innocent and blue!

But when the trance was o'er, the maid Paus'd awhile, and inly pray'd, Then falling at her father's feet, "By my mother's soul do I entreat