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Unquiet thoughts her joy disturb, And shadowy fears she could not curb; Still in her soul the whisper came, I love him—is his love the same?" Love's instinct prompt at once to reach All that experience soon must teach;   Then flinging down the chain and gem He deemed she must delight to wear:    How could she care for toys like them; How could he think that she could care?    Then would he raise the golden head Whose bright hair drooped around his knee;    And question what she wished instead, And promised what she wished should be.    And, like a petted child, carest The eyes which she had downcast kept,