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One gazed with silent homage, one who caught Her every breath, and blush, and look, and thought; One whose step mingled not with the gay crowd That circled round her as of right allow'd, But one who stood aloof with that lone pride Which ever to deep passion is allied. Half scorning, yet half envying the gay ring That gather'd round with gentle blandishing, He stood aloof; and, cold and stern and high, Look'd as he mock'd at their idolatry: Yet long'd his knee to bend before the shrine Of the sweet image his heart own'd divine; While, half in anger that she had not known What even to himself he would not own. He knew not how a woman's heart will keep The mystery of itself, and like the deep