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White and red.
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Shrieking like a spirit, the morning west-wind blew,
And flickered in the casement the watch-light burning true.

Lina to the threshold turned her trembling feet.
Saints in heaven, preserve her, such a sight to meet!
The dead-white face before her,—the roaring stream below.
The water-sprite, at dead of night, had wrought her mortal woe.

Two biers to the chapel bear the friars gray,
Over two pale corpses the funeral mass they say.
Lina and her lover are gathered to their rest,—
So we one day shall pass away, and live among the blest.

Roses and daisies!—through the world they shine,
Blood-red blooms of sorrow, dreams of peace divine,
Only up in glory the quiet angels wear
Wreaths of spotless calmness, lilies pure and fair.