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FRAGMENT 3.

And when the old man saw that on the green Leaves of his opening ... a blight had lighted He said: ‘My friend, one grief alone can wean

A gentle mind from all that once delighted:— Thou lovest, and thy secret heart is laden With feelings which should not be unrequited.’

And Athanase ... then smiled, as one o’erladen With iron chains might smile to talk (?) of bands Twined round her lover’s neck by some blithe maiden, And said...