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XIII.
Why do the maiden's downcast eyesSo often seek the ground?
Why gazes she so hurriedly
And anxiously around?
Why should she seek her home to-night
At this unwonted hour?
She dreads, perchance, the gathering clouds
That round her darkly lour;
Or do his heightened colour
And brightly flashing eye
Inspire her with a vague alarm,
Albeit she knows not why?
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