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Laid in its strength by Love to reign Despotic over heart and brain. Silent he stood amid the mirth, Oh, love is timid in its birth! Watching her lightest look or stir, As he but look'd and breathed with her. Gay words were passing, but he leant In silence; yet, one quick glance sent,— His secret is no more his own, When has woman her power not known?

The feast broke up:—that midnight shade Heard many a gentle serenade Beneath the ladye's lattice. One Breathed after all the rest were gone.