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Of her soft lips, as to reward The messenger of.

That night in her proud father's hall She shone the fairest one of all; For like the cloud of evening came Over her cheek the sudden flame, And varying as each moment brought Some hasty change of secret thought; As if its colour would confess The conscious heart's inmost recess. And the clear depths of her dark eye Were bright with troubled brilliancy, Yet the lids droop'd as with the tear Which might oppress but not appear. And flatteries, and smile and sigh Loaded the air as she past by.