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tell me you have married Since I have been away; But I, where have I tarried So long? you say.

A year ago I named you As mine; you vowed to stay Mine only till I claimed you— A year to-day!

And do I find you altered? Your face is still the same; But those full lips, which faltered Once my name,

Are pledged unto another's (Red wine—a goblet old); And he has filled your mother's Hands with gold.