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FORLORN
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Black with bridal favours mixt!
Bridal bells with tolling! . . .
In the night, O the night,
When the wolves are howling.

xiii.
Up, get up, the time is short,
Tell him now or never!
Tell him all before you die,
Lest you die for ever . . .
In the night, O the night,
Where there’s no forgetting.

xiv.
Up she got, and wrote him all,
All her tale of sadness,