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among you, but ye laid
 * No hand in mine,

I sought your kindness, but ye made
 * No answering sign.

I called ye, but ye hurried by,
 * On pleasure bent,

The smiling lip, the kindling eye
 * For others meant.

My rose I plucked with trembling hand
 * And brought to you,

But at your feet it withered, and
 * Ye never knew.

I hungered, thirsted, at your side,
 * Ye gave no heed;

With plenty ye were satisfied.
 * Nor felt my need.