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/ Upon the mossed rock by the spring / She sits, forgetful of her pail, / Lost in remote remembering / Of that which may no more avail.
/ Her thin, pale hair is dimly dressed / Above a brow lined deep with care, / The color of a leaf long pressed, / A faded leaf that once was fair.
/ You may not know her from the stone / So still she sits who does not stir, / Thinking of this one thing alone -- / The love that never came to her.