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And though the maiden knew that death Might be upon his lightest breath, Yet never by her lover's side More fondly watch'd affianced bride,— With pain or fear more anxious strove, Than watch'd another's love.

But he was safe!—that very day Farewell, it had been her's to say; And he was gone to his own land, To seek another maiden's hand.

Who that had look'd on her that morn, Could dream of all her heart had borne; Her cheek was red, but who could know 'Twas flushing with the strife below;—