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She started—evil thoughts, at first repress'd, Now struggled like a storm within her breast. Alas! alas! how plague-spot like will sin Spread over the wrung heart it enters in! Her brow grew dark:—"Amid thy baubles shine This ruby cross,—but be the bracelet mine." Around her arm the fatal band is fast; Away its seller, like a vision, pass'd.

That night she join'd the revel; but not long was seen amid the throng. No eye beheld her pace her lonely room: Fearing the light, yet trembling in the gloom; The ghastly cheek, as marble cold and white; The wild eye flashing with unholy light;