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But tidings of young fate Waken'd her from her dream too late, Even her timid love could be The ruling star of destiny. And when a calmer mood prevail'd O'er that whose joy her father hail'd, Too well he saw how day by day Some other emblem of decay Came on her lip, and o'er her brow, Which only she would disallow; The cheek the lightest word could flush Not with health's rose, but the heart's gush Of feverish anxiousness; he caught At the least hope, and vainly sought By change, by pleasure, to dispel Her sorrow from its secret cell.