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Helen of Troy, and Other Poems · Chapter 7I
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I cannot heed the words they say, The lights grow far away and dim, Amid the laughing men and maids My eyes unbidden seek for him.
I hope that when he smiles at me He does not guess my joy and pain, For if he did, he is too kind To ever look my way again.