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Now she is winter to him, her eyes freeze
When he is near, and all her face is hard ;
Her ruthless look benumbs him like a breeze
After a night of frost, and her regard
Disdains his piteous aspect as he goes
With aimless feet about the dreary town,
That hurts him with its careless open shows
Of laughter ; her indifference will not frown,
But placidly o'erlooks him, till it seems
The welcome he beheld in former smiles
Was feline joy that went before her dreams
Of cruelty to come, her tender wiles
The purring of a tigress, whetting teeth
To crush his heart into a final death.