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She felt had not loved till now; Hers was but youthful fantasy's light vow. Had he not trifled with her?—She, the proud, The cold, had of such mocking suit allow'd. Her heart was wrung, and worse, her pride was bow'd. —She hears a step: who is it dares intrude On this her known and guarded solitude? She sees an aged Jew; a box he bore Fill'd with gay merchandise and jewell'd store. Ere she could speak, he spread before her eyes Those glittering toys that loveliest ladies prize:— "Fair dame, in sooth so fair thou seem'st to be, That almost it is vain to offer thee The many helps for meaner beauty made: But yet these gems would light that dark hair's shade;