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64 Then the maiden with a soul Saw her lover reach his goal, Never turning, turning once to look behind him ; And she said, " He loves his toil, Loves its constant seam and soil : They that seek him, with the earth-men still shall find him." But an angel, passing by, Caught the heavy weary sigh That the wrestler sent across the shoulders near him. Then he saw the maiden fair Standing solitary there, And he knew it was his sin that she did fear him. Worker fleet and dreamer sweet Then in blissful rush did meet, And the root of pain was drawn from out its hiding. " You had merry company." " You had comrades rough," said she. "Borne, not chosen," came from both with gentle chiding.