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HE has laughed as softly as if she sighed!

She has counted six and over,

Of a purse well filled, and a heart well tried—

Oh, each a worthy lover!

They "give her time;" for her soul must slip

Where the world has set the grooving:

She will lie to none with her fair red lip—

But love seeks truer loving.

She trembles her fan in a sweetness dumb,

As her thoughts were beyond recalling;

With a glance for one, and a glance for some,

From her eyelids rising and falling.

—Speaks common words with a blushful air;

—Hears bold words, unreproving:

But her silence says—what she never will swear—

And love seeks better loving.