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10.
Although a human shape I wear,
A mother never had ;
And though nor sense or life I share,
In finest silk I’m clad.
By every miss I’m valued much,
Beloved and highly prized ;
Yet still my cruel fate is such,
By boys I am despised.
11.
I was, but am not ; ne’er shall be again ;
Myriads possess’d me, and possess’d in vain ;
To some I proved a friend, to some a foe ;
Some I exalted, others I laid low.
To some I gave the bliss that knows no sigh.
And some condemn’d to equal misery.
If conscious that we met, and but to sever,
Now say to whom you bade farewell for ever.
