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Strong with their strength, grown with their growth, A second nature seem'd.

How oft on that old castle wall Appears their mingled name! Their pictures hang within the hall— They'll never seem the same.

The shadows of the heart will throw Their sadness over all; And darker for their early glow Those heavy shadows fall.

Little she dream'd of time to come, While lingering at his side; De Lisle would seek another home, And win another bride.

Like a fair flower beneath the storm Is bow'd that radiant brow; But pride is in that fragile form, It droops not aye as now.

That sea-nymph foot will join the dance, That face grow bright again; And rose-red cheek and sunshine glance Deny their hour of pain.