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 HE snow it lay light, and the snow it lay cold, It carelessly covered the desolate wold. As a lover that loves not doth smile on a maid, So the moonlight and frost-light capriciously played ; And alone stood the woeful lady. Her robe like a shadow did muffle her feet, Her face from the camlet shone pitiful sweet ; Like a nun's was the dress, but her neck it was bare, For a babe like a snow-flake lay shivering there ; And she wept, did the woeful lady. "O my lover had sinned, had sinned, So I left him and went my way; And I clutched at Heaven, in robber guise; It is Hell I have gained this day.