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And when the minstrel-melody
Rang out in cadence loud,
Then with a heavy heart did I
Mingle in that gay crowd:
For all were then so deep intent
Upon their own delight,
That not one curious glance was bent
On me—poor woe-eyed wight!
I looked the gay ranks through; but not
A sight of her could gain—
I gazed and gazed—and, lest a spot
Escaped, looked through again.
She was not there—and then the Hall,
Before so bright, seemed dim;
Alas! in Lover's eye, what change
One form doth make to him.
And on I passed through gay saloons
Where guests by three and two
Were list'ning to the softened tones
O' the music, and some few,
Methought, were whispering words which they
No doubt, far sweeter knew.
