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In  clusters  of ringlets  gay  to  see.
                                     And the way  of a witch.     But our  hero ?   He
                                   Was tongue-tied  when in  her presence fair;
                                     Dumb14when,  he strove the girl  to beguile
                                     With  the  eloquent  wile of a  lover’s  smile,
                                   A n d  a  heart  tint  ached  with  a  dull  despair.


                                   'Tis  the  old;  old tale;  another ear Tie
                                     With a readier smile and  a lighter speech
                                     And sat himself down  this  maid to teach
                                  The primer tin it tomes beiorc change of name.
                                     But site with  her witcheiv tau:rhfc in turn
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                                     That phi vers  with flame mav f i i b u r n .
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                                   So thev were  married  one sunnv dav ;
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                                     And the other knew,  as  he plied his  oar,
                                   What the gay bell pealing across the  bay
                                   Strove to tell  in  il.s  mocking way
                                     Of hope perfected  and hope  no  more/1
                                  13Lit the years  rolled on,  and  again the bell
                                     Pealed across  the sunlit sea
                                  Willi  note of madness  now/0the  knell
                                     That told  where  widow's weeds would  be.
                                  The  girlish  face  was  faded  now.
                                     For years,  where  curb  had been, plain braids
                                   Swept back  from  the wrinkled  cnreworn  brow,
                                     And the  witchery  fled2,1 that  bad  been  the  maid’s.
                                  But blind  to  that was  our  lover  true,
                                   And he  came  again  her  love to  sue.


                                  Twice  have the hcl's  since  crossed  the sea,
                                     Once  for  a  wedding,  once  for  the  dead,
                                  And  another  grave  'neath  the  apple-tree
                                     Lies  in  the  glow  of sunset  red,
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