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THE RING
We saw far off an old forsaken house,Then home, and past the ruin'd mill.
Father.And thereI found these cousins often by the brook,For Miriam sketch'd and Muriel threw the fly;The girls of equal age, but one was fair,And one was dark, and both were beautiful.No voice for either spoke within my heartThen, for the surface eye, that only doatsOn outward beauty, glancing from the oneTo the other, knew not that which pleased it most,The raven ringlet or the gold; but bothWere dowerless, and myself, I used to walkThis Terrace—morbid, melancholy; mineAnd yet not mine the hall, the farm, the field;
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