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The clock in her cottage now mournfully told The hours that went heavily on; 'Twas midnight; her spirits sank hopeless and cold, For the wind seem'd to say as in loud gusts it roll'd   That long, long would her William be gone.

Then heart-sick and faint to her sad bed she crept, Yet first made up the fire in the room To guide his dark steps; but she listen'd and wept, Or if for a moment forgetful she slept, Soon she started!—and thought he was come.