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I knew it—felt it—ere I stood
 One moment by thy side;
And with rebuking sternness sought
 The feeling back to chide.

But vain—it gathered o'er my heart,
 Like waters o'er the deep;
A feeling in my soul was roused
 That would not, could not, sleep.

I stood amid the young, the proud,
 The gallant and the gay,
With not a thought for those around,
 And not a word to say.

I looked in those dark eyes of thine,
 With strange and timid fear,
And turned away with pallid cheek
 And scarcely hidden tear;

For, though thy voice was ever kind
 As friendship's voice could be,
Others had shared those gentle tones,
 Breathed not alone for me.