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THAT love's dull smart distressed my heart / He shrewdly learnt to see, / But that I was in love with a dead man / Never suspected he.
He searched for the trace of a pictured face, / He watched each missive come, / And a note that seemed like a love-line / Made him look frozen and glum.
He dogged my feet to the city street, / He followed me to the sea, / But not to the neighbouring churchyard / Did he dream of following me.