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Strong with their strength, grown with their growth,
    A second nature seem'd.

How oft on that old castle wall
    Appears their mingled name!
Their pictures hang within the hall—
    They'll never seem the same.

The shadows of the heart will throw
    Their sadness over all;
And darker for their early glow
    Those heavy shadows fall.

Little she dream'd of time to come,
    While lingering at his side;
De Lisle would seek another home,
    And win another bride.

Like a fair flower beneath the storm
    Is bow'd that radiant brow;
But pride is in that fragile form,
    It droops not aye as now.

That sea-nymph foot will join the dance,
    That face grow bright again;
And rose-red cheek and sunshine glance
    Deny their hour of pain.