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There were none by to guess Why I shuddered like pain. But the damp on my brow, The pang at my heart, Revealed to me how Wildly loved still thou art.

Yet, false one, farewell! I have still enough pride; Though hopeless to quell, Yet at least it can hide. But, ah! may an hour Be waiting for thee— When Love, in his power, Shall avenge him for me! L. E. L.