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"IT was not you I came to please, / Only myself," flipped she; / "I like this spot of phantasies, / And thought you far from me. " / But O, he was the secret spell / That led her to the lea!
"It was not she who shaped my ways, / Or works, or thoughts," he said. / "I scarcely marked her living days, / Or missed her much when dead. " / But O, his joyance knew its knell / When daisies hid her head!