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Grew yet more tearful thus addrest, In wonder wherefore she had wept. She did not know herself; so much Does the young heart itself deceive: If love—she did not dream it such,— She only felt that she must grieve; And marvelled with a sweet surprise Tears were so ready in her eyes. She blushed them off, and put on mirth; The mask youth ever wears to hide The deeper feelings that have birth In shame, in passion, and in pride.

At the first look Leoni turned Upon that fair and stranger dame,