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They stood beside the river, that young pair— She with her eyes cast down, for tears were there, Glittering upon the eyelash, though unshed; He murmuring those sweet words so often said By parting lover, still as fondly spoken As his could be, the only ones not broken. The girl was beautiful; her forehead high Was white as are the marble fanes that lie On Grecian lands, making a fitting shrine Where the mind spoke; the arch'd and raven line Was very proud, but that was soften'd now,— Only sad tenderness was on her brow. She wore the peasant dress,—the snowy lawn Closely around her whiter throat was drawn,