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FORLORN
Bantering bridesman, reddening priest,
Tower and altar trembling . . .
In the night, O the night,
When the mind is failing!
Tower and altar trembling . . .
In the night, O the night,
When the mind is failing!
vii.
Mother, dare you kill your child?
How your hand is shaking!
Daughter of the seed of Cain,
What is this you’re taking? . . .
In the night, O the night,
While the house is sleeping.
Mother, dare you kill your child?
How your hand is shaking!
Daughter of the seed of Cain,
What is this you’re taking? . . .
In the night, O the night,
While the house is sleeping.
viii.
Dreadful! has it come to this,
O unhappy creature?
Dreadful! has it come to this,
O unhappy creature?
