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AMABEL
Her step's mechanic ways
Had lost the life of May's;
Her laugh, once sweet in swell,
Spoilt Amabel.
I mused: "Who sings the strain
I sang cre warmth did wane?
Who thinks its numbers spell
His Amabel?"—
Knowing that, though Love cease,
Love's race shows undecrease:
All find in dorp or dell
An Amabel.
—I felt that I could creep
To some housetop, and weep,
That Time the tyrant fell
Ruled Amabel!
I said (the while I sighed
That love like ours had died),
"Fond things I'll no more tell
To Amabel,
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