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 THE CHILLY LOVER

A SONG FROM THE FRENCH

me here, my dear to meet!

Alas, I must have come too soon

The wind that blows beneath the moon

In winter is not over-sweet.

Ah I never think my love is backward turning,

It still increases by a thousand-fold;

O Ursula, for thee

My heart is burning,—

But I'm so cold!

I would I had thy hand to kiss,

That pledge of faith so white and small,

Instead of these great flakes that fall

And chill me to the bone like this!

Upon my back they tumble helter-skelter,

And yet, beyond whatever could be told,

Ursula, for thee

I simply swelter,—

But I'm so cold!

While thus my deathless love I trill,

My soft guitar for thee I play;

Alas, the north wind fierce and grey

Plays upon me a measure shrill!

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