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  This heart would bleed at every vein,
  I could not even life sustain,
  If ever thou should'st give me pain.

  0! soul of sweetness! can it be,
  That thou could'st prove unkind to me
  That I should fear this blow from thee!

  Alas! e'en then I would not blame,
  My love to thee should be the same,
  And judge from whence unkindness came.

Her words grew indistinct and slow,
Her voice more tremulous and low,
When suddenly the song was o'er,
A whisper even heard no more—
She had discern'd my nearer tread;
Appear'd to feel alarm, and fled.

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