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THE SINGLE HOUND.

CXXXII.


THAT she forgot me was the least,
I felt it second pain,
That I was worthy to forget
Was most I thought upon.

Faithful, was all that I could boast,
But Constancy became,
To her, by her innominate,
A something like a shame.