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She faded. Oh, my peerless queen, I need not pray thee pardon me For owning that my heart then felt For any other than for thee! I bore her to those azure isles, Where health dwells by the side of spring; And deemed their green and sunny vales, And calm and fragrant airs, might bring Warmth to the cheek, light to the eye, Of her who was too young to die. It was in vain!—and, day by day The gentle creature died away. As parts the odour from the rose,— As fades the sky at twilight's close,— She past so tender and so fair; So patient; though she knew each breath