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THE RING
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A light shot upward on them from the lake.What sparkled there? whose hand was that? they stoodSo close together. I am not keen of sight,But coming nearer—Muriel had the ring—'O Miriam! have you given your ring to her?O Miriam!' Miriam redden'd, Muriel clench'dThe hand that wore it, till I cried again:'O Miriam, if you love me take the ring!'She glanced at me, at Muriel, and was mute.'Nay, if you cannot love me, let it be.'Then—Muriel standing ever statue-like—She turn'd, and in her soft imperial wayAnd saying gently: 'Muriel, by your leave,'Unclosed the hand, and from it drew the ring,And gave it me, who pass'd it down her own,'Io t'amo, all is well then.' Muriel fled.
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