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With those who loved me. What a beauty dwelt In each accustomed face! what music hung On each familiar voice! We circled in Our meeting ring of happiness. If e'er This life has bliss, I knew and felt it then! But there was one remembered not, Yet 'twas a creature beautiful as Hope, With eyes blue as the harebell when the dew Sparkles upon its azure leaves; a cheek Fresh as a mountain-rose, but delicate As rainbow colours, and as changeful too. "The orphan, have you then forgot "Your laughing playmate?" would have clasp'd The maiden to his heart, but she shrank back: