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Rh I had not meant

With grave intent

To seek you out, when there I leant

To watch you pass

Across the grass;

But at the gate—

Oh, was it fate

That did discover

There a lover,

In one who'd been so long a rover

He'd half forgot

The common lot,

The common fate,

Might him await?