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But wandering ones; and there were golden curls Like sudden sunshine; and dark braids, whose pearls Were lost on the white neck when there they fell; And there were shapes, such as in pictures dwell; It look'd like fairy land. With eager glance She watch'd the door, and counted every dance; Then time grew long, hope caught a shade of fear— "—but they said he would be here!" When sudden came to her side,— "Look there, the Count and his bride! She with the violet wreath in her bright hair; Sooth but to say, that English bride is fair! But I must go and have my welcome paid." Alone stood in the shade,— Alone! ay, utterly. A couch was nigh, And there she sank—oh, had it been to die!