And the word her dying lips crooned low
Was heard of him for his rival’s name.
The victor looked on her dead, dear face
And hied him off at the dawn of day;—
But the vanquished kissed her lips for grace,
And side by her side he swooned away.
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The victor hied him where brave men be
And turned his trick at the wheel of trade;
Many the merchant he steered to sea,—