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He whispered, "My love, raise your eyes."

I sharply chid him, and said "Go!"; but he did not stir.

He stood before me and held both my hands.

I said, "Leave me!"; but he did not go.

He brought his face near my ear.

I glanced at him and said,

"What a shame!"; but he did not move.

His lips touched my cheek.

I trembled and said, "You dare too much;" but he had no shame.

He put a flower in my hair.

I said, "It is useless!"; but he stood unmoved.

He took the garland from my neck and went away.

I weep and ask my heart, "Why does he not come back?"