LXVII.

She thought of Julian--he so kind and true,

And how they gladden'd in the times gone by;

She thought how he had stolen her love's young dew,

And fused into her heart so tenderly,

Until beneath affection's power, they grew

Together knit in one sweet unity;

And now poor maid, by kith and kin forsaken,

Unto _his_ heart she felt she would be taken.

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