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UNA.

Why didst thou deceive me so?
Was it noble, was it well?
Thou hast caused me deeper woe
Than my words shall ever tell.
Did you wish to humble me?
Triumph o'er a maiden's pride?
Was it right or wise to see
Feelings that a maid should hide?
Well, thou knowest I have loved,
I will not deny the fact;
Grieve I must that thou hast proved
Worthless both in heart and act.
Trust me though, I shall not grieve
Longer than a maiden should,
Sad it is indeed to leave
One I loved and one that wooed.

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But I tread my passion down,
Wear my robes of maiden snow,
Give thee neither smile nor frown,
Calmly, mildly, bid thee go.
Soon it shall be well with me,
Still a spotless heart is mine;
Go, sir, I can pardon thee—
May a wiser life be thine.