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Peter Faultless to his brother Simon

tales of night, in rhyme, and other poems. By the author of Night [i.e. Ebenezer Elliott]

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The scar'd fox in the coppice hoar,
Hears the dance shake the oaken floor;

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Joy revels on the green hill's side;
And Mary is again a bride.
As wave on Canklow's forehead fair
Th' autumnal maple's locks of gold,
In many a curl, her flaxen hair,
Above the flowing tear, is roll'd.
Sad? and a bride! A mourning bride,
She sits her new-espous'd beside,
And her tears bathe his hand the while!
What may such ill-tim'd tears betide?
Or, is she far too bless'd to smile?