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THE TARRYING BRIDEGROOM |
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THE TARRYING BRIDEGROOM
Wildly bound the bells this morning
For the glad solemnity;
People are adorning
Chancel and canopy;
But amid the peal a warning
Under-echo calls to me.
For the glad solemnity;
People are adorning
Chancel and canopy;
But amid the peal a warning
Under-echo calls to me.
Where the lane divides the pasture
Long I watch each bend and stone,
Why not now as last year,
When he sought me—lone?
Come, O come, and see, and cast here
Light and love on one your own!
Long I watch each bend and stone,
Why not now as last year,
When he sought me—lone?
Come, O come, and see, and cast here
Light and love on one your own!
How it used to draw him to me,
When I piped a pretty tune;
Yes, when first he knew me
In my pink shalloon:
Little I guessed 'twould so undo me
Lacking him this summer noon!
When I piped a pretty tune;
Yes, when first he knew me
In my pink shalloon:
Little I guessed 'twould so undo me
Lacking him this summer noon!
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