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    Here to the princess turn'd each eye,—
    And it was said, he did not sigh
    With love that pales the pining cheek,
    And leaves the slighted heart to break.
    And then a varying tale was told,
    How a page had betray'd for gold;
    But all was rumour light and vain,
    That all might hear, but none explain.

        Like one that seeks a festival,
    Early the princess left the hall;
    Yet said she, sleep dwelt on her eyes,
    That she was worn with revelries.
    And hastily her maidens' care
    Unbinds the jewels from her hair.
    Odours are round her chamber strown,
    And Elenore is left alone.