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Rh Sister! Sister!

Call no one. Leave me not;

When you come back, I should be gone for aye.

I was somewhat fain for music—hark! 'tis come!

Live, for I love you!

No! In fairy-tales When to the ill-starred Prince the lady says 'I love you!' all his ugliness fades fast—

But I remain the same, up to the last!

I have marred your life—I, I!

You blessed my life! Never on me had rested woman's love. My mother even could not find me fair; I had no sister; and, when grown a man, I feared the mistress who would mock at me. But I have had your friendship—grace to you

A woman's charm has passed across my path.