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| O LOVERS’ eyes are sharp to see, | |
| And lovers’ ears in hearing; | |
| And love, in life’s extremity, | |
| Can lend an hour of cheering. | |
| Disease had been in Mary’s bower | 5 |
| And slow decay from mourning, | |
| Though now she sits on Neidpath’s tower | |
| To watch her Love’s returning. | |
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| All sunk and dim her eyes so bright, | |
| Her form decay’d by pining, | 10 |
| Till through her wasted hand, at night, | |
| You saw the taper shining. | |
| By fits a sultry hectic hue | |
| Across her cheek was flying; | |
| By fits so ashy pale she grew | 15 |
| Her maidens thought her dying. | |
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| Yet keenest powers to see and hear | |
| Seem’d in her frame residing; | |
| Before the watch-dog prick’d his ear | |
| She heard her lover’s riding; | 20 |
| Ere scarce a distant form was kenn’d | |
| She knew and waved to greet him, | |
| And o’er the battlement did bend | |
| As on the wing to meet him. | |
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| He came—he pass’d—an heedless gaze | 25 |
| As o’er some stranger glancing: | |
| Her welcome, spoke in faltering phrase, | |
| Lost in his courser’s prancing— | |
| The castle-arch, whose hollow tone | |
| Returns each whisper spoken, | 30 |
| Could scarcely catch the feeble moan | |
| Which told her heart was broken. | |
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