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"Thro' the hawthorn-bush let whistle and rush,— Let whistle, child, let whistle! Mark the flash fierce and high of my steed's bright eye, And his proud crest's eager bristle. Up, up and away! I must not stay: Mount swiftly behind me! up, up and away! An hundred miles must be ridden and sped Ere we may lie down in the bridal-bed."

"What! ride an hundred miles to-night, By thy mad fancies driven! Dost hear the bell with its sullen swell. As it rumbles out eleven?" "Look forth! look forth! the moon shines bright: We and the dead gallop fast thro' the night. 'Tis for a wager I bear thee away To the nuptial couch ere break of day."