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Quoth he, 'She took me kindly by the hand, (254)

And gazed for tidings in my eager eyes, (255)

Fearing some hard news from the warlike band, (256)

Where her beloved Collatinus lies. (257)

O, how her fear did make her colour rise!
First red as roses that on lawn we lay, (259)

Then white as lawn, the roses took away.

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