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The Faded Face

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How was this I did not see     Such a look as here was shown     Ere its womanhood had blown     Past its first felicity? -     That I did not know you young,      Faded Face,      Know you young!     Why did Time so ill bestead     That I heard no voice of yours     Hail from out the curved contours     Of those lips when rosy red;     Weeted not the songs they sung,      Faded Face,      Songs they sung!     By these blanchings, blooms of old,     And the relics of your voice -     Leavings rare of rich and choice     From your early tone and mould -     Let me mourn, - aye, sorrow-wrung,      Faded Face,      Sorrow-wrung!

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