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 As he whispers to her softly So they dance the third time round. In her husband’s arms the maiden Sinks unconscious to the ground.

Noise, confusion,—laughter ceases; Each guest quick to aid her plight. Who, and where the unknown stranger? Gone,—outside, the gloomy night.

Once more music, dancing, revels: Fled the joy they had before. Stolen by the unknown stranger From the bride for ever more.