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I did not wish to see his face, I knew it could not be; Though not a look had altered there, What once it was to me.

Since last we met, a fairy spell Had been from each removed; How strange it is that those can change Who were so much beloved!

It is a bitter thing to know The heart's enchantment o'er; But 'tis more bitter still to feel It can be charmed no more!