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"Holla! holla! unlock the gate; Art waking, my bride, or sleeping? Is thy heart still free and still faithful to me? Art laughing, my bride, or weeping?" "Oh! wearily, William, I've waited for you,— Woefully watching the long day thro',— With a great sorrow sorrowing For the cruelty of your tarrying."

"Till the dead midnight we saddled not,— I have journeyed far and fast— And hither I come to carry thee back Ere the darkness shall be past." "Ah! rest thee within till the night's more calm; Smooth shall thy couch be, and soft, and warm: Hark to the winds, how they whistle and rush Thro' the twisted twine of the hawthorn-bush."