THE VOW OF THE PEACOCK.
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Some wish, o'er which she dares not brood,
Has risen on her feverish mood.
Some thoughts there are, that may not brook
Upon their own resolve to look.
The grief which acts is easier borne,
Than that which weeps,—the lone and lorn;
And, urged by love and love's despair,
What is there woman will not dare?
