“Do you love me and will you stay?”
He asked his sweet and bonnie bride.
Behind her veil her smile did hide.
Oh what harsh price must he now pay?
Though now it is springtime in May
Spring’s heat may leave a mere ember
A barren dark cold December.
What truly lies beyond that veil?
Will she his soul someday impale
Cursing him with a sad slumber?
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