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I SAY, "She was as good as fair," / When standing by her mound; / "Such passing sweetness," I declare, / "No longer treads the ground. " / I say, "What living Love can catch / Her bloom and bonhomie, / And what in newer maidens match / Her olden warmth to me!"
-There stands within yon vestry-nook / Where bonded lovers sign, / Her name upon a faded book / With one that is not mine. / To him she breathed the tender vow / She once had breathed to me, / But yet I say, "O love, even now / Would I had died for thee! "