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 Her step's mechanic ways Had lost the life of May's; Her laugh, once sweet in swell, Spoilt Amabel.

I mused: "Who sings the strain I sang cre warmth did wane? Who thinks its numbers spell His Amabel?"—

Knowing that, though Love cease, Love's race shows undecrease: All find in dorp or dell An Amabel.

—I felt that I could creep To some housetop, and weep, That Time the tyrant fell Ruled Amabel!

I said (the while I sighed That love like ours had died), "Fond things I'll no more tell To Amabel,