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XVI.
He saw not that a group had gather'd nigh,Gazing upon his silence silently.
He heard not, till upon his spirit came,
In a low sigh of agony, his name.
He started, saw a gentle fugitive,
Saw her at distance through the concourse strive,
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Could in its calmness to that blue heaven soar.
“Oh! but see the lip that breathed that sigh!
Breathed it for him? was't love, woe, mockery?
That young lip must be lovely; soul, high soul,
Was in the sigh that o'er its ruby stole.”
So had one breath disturb'd his spirit's stream,
And such the wanderings that make passion's dream.
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