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BOWED a lily by the fountain,

Bowed in silent grief;

Mirrored in the placid waters

Vainly sought relief.

Softly o'er her pallid petals

Sighed the pitying breeze;

Touched her with soft, warm caresses,

Yearned to give her ease.

When my false love sits, sad-weeping,

By the moaning sea,

Do her tear-drops fall for my sake?

Does she weep for me?

B.