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 AD the gods loved me I had lain
 * Where darnel is, and thorn,

And the wild night-bird's nightlong strain
 * Trembles in boughs forlorn.

Nay, but they loved me not; and I
 * Must needs a stranger be,

Whose every exiled day gone by
 * Aches with their memory.