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His misery.  Yes, she was wrong to keep
 Away from him.  He hardly was to blame.
’Twas she—she shuddered and began to weep.
 ’Twas her fault!  Hers!  Her everlasting shame
Was that she suffered him, whom not at all
 She loved.  Poor Boy!  Yes, they must still be friends.
    She owed him that to keep the balance straight.
 It was such poor amends
Which she could make for rousing hopes to gall
Him with their unfulfilment.  Tragical
    It was, and she must leave him desolate.