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The gold is gained, the coin is wrought; But how much trouble has it brought? Alas! not her's the only gaze Which too deep tenderness betrays; Nor her's the only ear that hung On the war music of his tongue. A girl behind Leoni stands, His scarf is in her trembling hands; Scarce hath she power to bid each fold Hang graceful with its blue and gold; She droops beneath her shrouding veil, Her lip, her cheek, are touched with pale; A fear hath entered at her heart,— Take life, so that fear also part. His ward and cousin she has grown Within Leoni's halls;