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 A sad companionship of woe. A little, too, she strove to wean Moyarra from his desperate mien; And when, at times, from her was wrung A sigh she could not all conceal, She fain would say her tremor sprung From thinking on the future weal Of him she left behind to grieve. Alas! what fraud can Love deceive? Close to her dying couch he clung And o'er her wan form hung, While every pang her heart that rent Seemed as electrically sent To prey upon his heart. As though of her he was a part And the same life informed each frame;— Yet, as the moth still courts the flame Though each approach invite swift ruin, So now, his eager gaze renewing. Entranced Moyarra stood, as though He loved such martyrdom of woe, Feeding the canker in his breast Which knew nor hope, nor rest. His soul was centred in his eye,