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Will shine beneath the sunbeam, flash and flow O'er the rich bark that perishes below. She felt he gazed upon her, and her cheek Wore added beauty in its crimson break; And softer smiles were on her lip, like those The summer moonlight sheds upon the rose; And her eye sparkled, like the wine-cup's brim, Mantling in light, though it turn'd not to him. Again the dancers gather'd; from them one Took gayly her fair hand, and they are gone. follow'd not, yet as they pass'd How could 's light step be the last? Yet pass'd she quickly by him, and the haste From her wreath'd hair one fragrant rose displaced. saw it fall; he is alone, And he may make the fairy gift his own.