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Again I asked the cause of ill, And heard Love's name again.

Yet on I went: I thought that Love To woman's gentle heart, Perhaps, had flung a lighter shaft, Had given a fairer part.

I looked upon a lovely face, Lit by a large dark eye; But on the lash there was a tear, And on the lip a sigh.

I asked not why that form had drooped, Nor why that cheek was pale?