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I dreamed last night of our earlier days

Ere I sighed for a sword and a feather;

As we danced on the hill in the moon’s pale rays,

Hand in hand together.

I thought that you gave me again that kiss,

More sweet than the perfume of Spring,

When I pressed on your finger love's pure golden pledge.

The Bridal Ring, the Bridal Ring.

I dreamt I heard thee in the bugles sound,

And at once was forced to sever,

When I fell on the heath with my last dead wound,

Lost to thee for ever

I thought that you gave me again that kiss,

Imperil’d like a flower in Spring,

Neath its warmth I awoke, on this dear hand I pressed

The Bridal Ring, the Bridal Ring.