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He past; a soul of nobler tone: / My spirit loved and loves him yet, / Like some poor girl whose heart is set / On one whose rank exceeds her own.
He mixing with his proper sphere, / She finds the baseness of her lot, / Half jealous of she knows not what, / And envying all that meet him there.