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Alas, for her who gave him birth,
And put indeed, upon his face
And form, somewhat of her own grace
To make men love him, and her smile
Like magic in his mouth! No guile
Was in her; and she saw him fair
And stayed with him, maybe a while,
For the mere joy to see his hair
Grown lovely with youth's golden crown,
And to behold his perfect bloom,
As of a flower that she had sown:
And, having loved indeed and known
His heart, she left him to the doom
Another woman's love should make:—
Alas, for her down in the tomb!
And put indeed, upon his face
And form, somewhat of her own grace
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Like magic in his mouth! No guile
Was in her; and she saw him fair
And stayed with him, maybe a while,
For the mere joy to see his hair
Grown lovely with youth's golden crown,
And to behold his perfect bloom,
As of a flower that she had sown:
And, having loved indeed and known
His heart, she left him to the doom
Another woman's love should make:—
Alas, for her down in the tomb!
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