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‘Twas as my heart’s full happiness Poured over all its own excess. One night there was a gorgeous feast For maskers in ’s hall; And all of gallant, fair, and young, Were bidden to the festival. I went, garbed as a Hindoo girl; Upon each arm and amulet, And by my side a little lute Of sandal-wood with gold beset. And shall I own that I was proud To hear, amid the gazing crowd, A murmur of delight, when first My mask and veil I threw aside? For well my conscious cheek betrayed Whose eye was gazing on me too!