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ladies, walking past me piteous-eyed,

Who is the lady that lies prostrate here?

Can this be even she my heart holds dear?

Nay, if it be so, speak, and nothing hide.

Her very aspect seems itself beside,

And all her features of such altered cheer

That to my thinking they do not appear

Hers who makes others seem beatified.

"If thou forget to know our lady thus,

Whom grief o'ercomes, we wonder in no wise,

For also the same thing befalleth us.

Yet if thou watch the movement of her eyes,

Of her thou shalt be straightway conscious.

O weep no more; thou art all wan with sighs."