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Rh “But on my lips they died again, “The accents tremulous and weak, “Until one hour.—There is a game, “A frivolous and foolish play, “Wherewith we while away the day; “It is—I have forgot the name— “And we to this, it seems, were set, “By some strange chance, which I forget: “I reck’d not if I won or lost, “It was enough for me to be “So near to hear, and oh! to see “The being whom I loved the most.— “I watch’d her as a sentinel, “(May ours this dark night watch as well!) “Until I saw, and thus it was, “That she was pensive, nor perceived “Her occupation, nor was grieved “Nor glad to lose or gain; but still “Play’d on for hours, as if her will “Yet bound her to the place, though not “That hers might be the winning lot.