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Rh Maybe she had eyes of deep colour, Maybe they were blue, Maybe as she aged they got duller; That never I knew.

She may have had lips like the coral, But I never kissed them, Saw pouting, nor curling in quarrel, Nor sought for, nor missed them.

Not a word passed of love all our lifetime, Between us, nor thrill; We'd never a husband-and-wife time, For good or for ill.

Yet as one dust, through bleak days and vernal, Lie I and lies she, This never-known lady, eternal Companion to me!