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I too have suffer'd: yet I know / She is not cold, though she seems so: / She is not cold, she is not light; / But our ignoble souls lack might.
She smiles and smiles, and will not sigh, / While we for hopeless passion die; / Yet she could love, those eyes declare, / Were but men nobler than they are.