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face was like an April morn clad in a wintry cloud and chy
So ftiail the faireft face appear "VV^y did >t)u % my lips wjts f^^fet,
When >outh and ye&rg are flown» "And made the fcarlet pale?
.Such is the robe that Kings muft wear "And why did I.young witlefs maidi
When Death has reft" their crown. "Believe the flattering' talc? ,
Her bloom was like the fpringing flow'r "That face, a las I no iiiore.-tti -fair.
That fips the filTcr dew; "Thofe lips no longer red: ^
The rofe was budded in her cheek, "Dark are my ejes.nov, clos'd in death,
juft op'ning to the view. "And every churm is ilcd.
Hut love had,like a canker- worm.
Confum'd her fcarh prime.
The rofe ^rew pale, and left her cheek;
She dv'd before her time.
"Awiikel "ihe cr\''d,"thy true love calls,
"Come from her midnight grave;,
"Now let thy pity hear the maid
"Thj' love refus'd to fave.
This is the dumb and dreary hour
"When injur'd ghofts complain,
"VShen \ awning grtives give up their dead
"To haunt the faithlefs fwain.
"Bethink thee, Williaml of thy fadlt,
'Th_\- pl^ge and broken oath,
"And gne me back my maiden vow,
"And give me back my troth.
Wh;>' did >ou promife love to me,
"And not that promife keep?
Wh}- did ^'ou fwear my e3'es were bright
"Yet leave, thofe e;yeB to weep?
'How could you fay my face was fair,
"And >et that face forfake?
Hqw could you win my virgin heart,
"Yet leave that l^eart- to break.
"The hungry worm my fiftcr is;
"This winding fhect I wear;
"And cold and wear_)- lafts our night,
"Till that laft norn appear, (^hotire;
"But, harkl the fitick has warnd me -
"A long and late adieu 1
"Come fee,fal{e man! how low (he lies
"Who d\-'d for love of ^ ou.
The lark fung loud,the morning riiiii cl
With beams of rol} red;
Pale William quak'd in ^v^ry Jimb, .
And raving left his bed.
He hy'd him to the fatal place
Where Matg'rets body i&y, (tnrf
And ftretch'd him on the green giafs
That wrapp'd her breathlefs c[:i}'. ^
And thrice he callci on MargVets name,
And thrice. he irept full forf^
, Then laid his cheek to her cold grave .
And word fpoke never^raore .
Such be the fate of vows unpaid.
And pledge of sacred lovel
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