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ALICE.
The nun looks forth through the convent pane,
Woe is me, Alice!
But the snow lies deep on the frozen ground,
This way and that she looketh round—
In vain, in vain!
Woe is me, Alice!
The night shades creep o'er the frozen ground,—
She looketh still—no voice, no sound;
Woe is me, Alice!
Woe is me, Alice!
But the snow lies deep on the frozen ground,
This way and that she looketh round—
In vain, in vain!
Woe is me, Alice!
The night shades creep o'er the frozen ground,—
She looketh still—no voice, no sound;
Woe is me, Alice!
In the convent dell a young page lieth;
Woe is me, Alice!
A young page lieth, faint and low,
And his life blood staineth the virgin snow,
As alone, he dieth.
Woe is me, Alice!
The night shades creep o'er the frozen ground,
Where he lieth still,—no voice, no sound—
Woe is me, Alice!
Woe is me, Alice!
A young page lieth, faint and low,
And his life blood staineth the virgin snow,
As alone, he dieth.
Woe is me, Alice!
The night shades creep o'er the frozen ground,
Where he lieth still,—no voice, no sound—
Woe is me, Alice!
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The nuns look forth through the convent pane,
Woe is me, Alice!
And they smile to see the fair spring rise
From the winter's thrall, and the evening skies
Shine soft again;—
Woe is me, Alice!
There's a young form stretched on bier meanwhile,
There's a young face weareth the corpse's smile,
And the solemn night shades creep around
Where she lieth still,—no voice, no sound,
Woe is me, Alice!
Woe is me, Alice!
And they smile to see the fair spring rise
From the winter's thrall, and the evening skies
Shine soft again;—
Woe is me, Alice!
There's a young form stretched on bier meanwhile,
There's a young face weareth the corpse's smile,
And the solemn night shades creep around
Where she lieth still,—no voice, no sound,
Woe is me, Alice!
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