You’ll weep to hear her story,
For he ne’er guess’d her heart’s sad plight,
Nor cared for aught but glory.
Lured by its bright and dazzling gleam,
He left the woe-worn maiden,
Nor in her eyes beheld the beam
Of love, from heart o’erladen.
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She sigh’d; her sighs ne’er touch’d his ear,
For still his heart was bounding