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Swept, swept away is my vaunted pride / On a flood-tide of tenderness; / I envy the dog that bounds to his side, / And the chestnut mare he is wont to ride / 'Cross moor and mead when the day is fine, / As she lays her head in a mute caress / 'Gainst the arm of _her_ lord--and _mine!_