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A forehead, but that was too fair To read of aught but beauty there!

And had the place of pride, The place so envied by her side,— The victor's seat,—and overhead The banner he had won was spread. His health was pledged!—he only heard The murmur of one silver word; The pageant seem'd to fade away, Vanish'd the board and glad array, The gorgeous hall around grew dim, There shone one only light for him, That radiant form, whose brightness fell In power upon him like a spell,