So bashful when I spied her!So pretty -- so ashamed!So hidden in her leafletsLest anybody find --So breathless till I passed here --So helpless when I turnedAnd bore her struggling, blushing,Her simple haunts beyond!For whom I robbed the Dingle --For whom I betrayed the Dell --Many, will doubtless ask me,But I shall never tell!

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