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While of heaven his heart indited, And his dark eyes swept the crowd, Sudden on the maid they lighted, Mild and haughty, meek and proud.

Rapid as the flash of sabre, Strong as giant's toss of caber, Sure as victor's grasp of goal, Came the love-stroke through his soul

Gently she, her eyes recalling, Felt that Heaven had touched their flight, Peeped again, through lashes falling, Blushed, and shrank, and shunned the light