XCIV.

But what was bad, she did not blush in turn,

Nor seem embarrassed—quite the contrary;

Her aspect was as usual, still—not stern—

And she withdrew, but cast not down, her eye,

Yet grew a little pale—with what? concern?

I know not; but her colour ne'er was high—

Though sometimes faintly flushed—and always clear,

As deep seas in a sunny atmosphere.

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