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I. HE was leaning by a face, / He was looking into eyes, / And he knew a trysting-place, / And he heard seductive sighs; / But the face, / And the eyes, / And the place, / And the sighs, / Were not, alas, the right ones-the ones meet for him- / Though fine and sweet the features, and the feelings all abrim.
II. She was looking at a form, / She was listening for a tread, / She could feel a waft of charm / When a certain name was said; / But the form, / And the tread, / And the charm / Of name said, / Were the wrong ones for her, and ever would be so, / While the heritor of the right it would have saved her soul to know!