Treachery
She had amid her ringlets bound Green leaves to rival their dark hue; How could such locks with beauty bound Dry up their dew, Wither them through and through? She had within her dark eyes lit Sweet fires to burn all doubt away; Yet did those fires, in darkness lit, Burn but a day, Not even till twilight stay. She had within a dusk of words A vow in simple splendour set; How, in the memory of such words, Could she forget That vow - the soul of it?
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