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 She jumped to her feet, her heart beating wild,
 * The other one knelt on the ice.

God give, Mary dear, you also behold,
 * Your happiness down in the ice.”

Oh, I see, I see, but all is gloomy,
 * Shrouded in some darkness dreary,

Faint red lights, from out the darkness,
 * Light the church’s altar dreary.

Something dark amidst white dresses fluttering—
 * Now the mist is growing clear, I see—

Bridesmaids, but, oh God, they follow something;
 * Cross and coffin all I see!”

Summer winds are softly blowing,
 * On the scented new-mown hay.

Fields and garden full of flowers,
 * Promising a harvest day.

From the church one heard the singing, And the wedding music ringing,
 * As they led the happy pair.

Stately bridegroom, tall and stalwart,
 * Walking midst the wedding guests.

Green the coat upon his shoulders,
 * And his hat on one side rests.

As she saw him in the midnight, Now she sees him in the daylight,
 * As he leads her to his home.

Summer’s past. Cold winds are blowing
 * O’er the dreary harvest fields.

Bells are tolling as they carry
 * One who now no longer feels.