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ALIEN.
I dwelt among you, but ye laid
No hand in mine,
I sought your kindness, but ye made
No answering sign.
I called ye, but ye hurried by,
On pleasure bent,
The smiling lip, the kindling eye
For others meant.
My rose I plucked with trembling hand
And brought to you,
But at your feet it withered, and
Ye never knew.
I hungered, thirsted, at your side,
Ye gave no heed;
With plenty ye were satisfied.
Nor felt my need.
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