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DWELT in the shade of a city, She far by the sea, With folk perhaps good, gracious, witty; But never with me.

Her form on the ballroom's smooth flooring I never once met, To guide her with accents adoring Through Weippert's "First Set."

I spent my life's seasons with pale ones In Vanity Fair, And she enjoyed hers among hale ones In salt-smelling air.