[Variant 6:]

1820
'Tis gone—forgotten—let me do
My best—there was a smile or two,		1807

'Tis gone—forgotten—let me do
My best—there was a smile or two,

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[Variant 7:]

1827
... sweet ... 1807

... sweet ...

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[Variant 8:]

1836
For they confound me: as it is,
I have forgot those smiles of his.
1807
For they bewilder me—even now
His smiles are lost,—I know not how!
1820
[By] those bewildering glances crost
In which the light of his is lost[a].
1827