Ellen Gray or, The dead maiden's curse. A poem, by the late Dr. Archibald Macleod [i.e. W. L. Bowles] |
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Now, loitering home, while tears ran down apace,
She look'd in silence in her mother's face;
Then, starting up, with wild emotion cried,
“To-morrow! oh, to-morrow's Whitsuntide,
“And all shall dance when Ellen is a bride!”
She look'd in silence in her mother's face;
Then, starting up, with wild emotion cried,
“To-morrow! oh, to-morrow's Whitsuntide,
“And all shall dance when Ellen is a bride!”
| Ellen Gray | |