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He bought himself a mourning dress,
A dress of rosy[1] taffety—
"Why hast thou left me in distress—
Of flowers the sweetest flower to me."
He bid the death-bells loudly toll[2]
From every Turkish mosk—and ye
Might hear the heavy grave-song roll
From Turkey even to Moldawy.[3]
The turk sped homeward—and the maid
Her coffin left—for purer air:
"Now God be with thee, turk!" she said,
And truth was in the maiden's prayer.