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 And now she loiter'd near the scene. Now peep'd the hazle copse between; Fearful that might be near The story of her Fate to hear.— She saw the feasting circle gay By the stol'n faggots yellow light She heard them, as in sportive play, They chear'd the sullen gloom of night. Nor was sly by all unseen Peeping, the hazle copse between.

And now across the thicket side A tatter'd, skulking youth she spied; He beckon'd her along, and soon, Hid safely from the prying moon, His hand with silver, thrice she crosses— "Tell me," said she, "my gains and losses?"

"You gain a fool" the youth replies, "You lose a lover too."