Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress, and Other Poems by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Hold me fast, hold me fast.
He draws me from thy heart, And I cannot withhold: He bids my spirit depart With him into the cold:-- Oh bitter vows of old! BRIDEGROOM Lean on me, hide thine eyes: Only ourselves, earth and skies, Are present here: be wise. GHOST Lean on me, come away, 30 I will guide and steady: Come, for I will not stay: Come, for house and bed are ready. Ah, sure bed and house, For better and worse, for life and death: Goal won with shortened breath: Come, crown our vows. BRIDE One moment, one more word, While my heart beats still, While my breath is stirred 40 By my fainting will. |
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