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"LOVE, while you were away there came to me- / From whence I cannot tell- / A plaintive lady pale and passionless, / Who bent her eyes upon me critically, / And weighed me with a wearing wistfulness, / As if she knew me well."
"I saw no lady of that wistful sort / As I came riding home. / Perhaps she was some dame the Fates constrain / By memories sadder than she can support, / Or by unhappy vacancy of brain, / To leave her roof and roam?"