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, that with sullen brow
 * Sitt'st behind those virgins gay,

Like a seorch'd and mildew'd bough,
 * Leafless 'mid the blooms of May!

Him who lured thee and forsook,
 * Oft I watch'd with angry gaze,

Fearful saw his pleading look,
 * Anxious heard his fervid phrase.

Soft the glances of the youth,
 * Soft his speech, and soft his sigh;

But no sound like simple truth,
 * But no true love in his eye.