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She loves him not, they say, / Save for his lands and gold; / She is narrow, selfish, cold, / Stabbing and wounding his soul each day, / Growing further and further away / From the heart it was hers to hold.
Yet not all blameless he, / A woman is quick to feel / What man would fain conceal; / Surely she can but see / That naught to his life is she, / Nay--nor can ever be!