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Rh She trembled & wept sitting on the Bed side She forgot it was Night & she trembled & cried She forgot it was Night she forgot it was Morn Her soft Memory imprinted with Faces of Scorn

With Faces of Scorn & with Eyes of Disdain Like foul Fiends inhabiting Marys mild Brain She remembers no Face like the Human Divine All Faces have Envy sweet Mary but thine

And thine is a Face of sweet Love in Despair And thine is a Face of mild sorrow & care And thine is a Face of wild terror & fear That shall never be quiet till laid on its bier

The Maiden caught me in the Wild Where I was dancing merrily She put me into her Cabinet And Lockd me up with a golden Key

This cabinet is formd of Gold And Pearl & Crystal shining bright And within it opens into a World And a little lovely Moony Night