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The Rival

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I determined to find out whose it was -      The portrait he looked at so, and sighed;     Bitterly have I rued my meanness         And wept for it since he died!      I searched his desk when he was away,      And there was the likeness - yes, my own!     Taken when I was the season's fairest,         And time-lines all unknown.      I smiled at my image, and put it back,      And he went on cherishing it, until     I was chafed that he loved not the me then living,         But that past woman still.      Well, such was my jealousy at last,      I destroyed that face of the former me;     Could you ever have dreamed the heart of woman         Would work so foolishly!

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