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 "Shy she was, and I thought her cold, Thought her proud, and fled over the sea: Fill'd I was with folly and spite, When Ellen Adair was dying for me.

"Cruel, cruel the words I said! Cruelly came they back to-day: 'You're too slight and fickle,' I said, 'To trouble the heart of Edward Gray.'

"There I put my face in the grass— Whisper'd, 'Listen to my despair: I repent me of all I did: Speak a little, Ellen Adair!'

"Then I took a pencil, and wrote On the mossy stone, as I lay, 'Here lies the body of Ellen Adair; And here the heart of Edward Gray!'