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Awake ! — lhe cry'd, thy true love calls,
Come from her midnight grave :
Now let thy pity hear the maid,
Thy love refus'd to fave.
This is the dumb and dreary hour,
When injur'd ghofts complain,
And aid the fecret fears of night,
To fright the faithlefs man.
Bethink thee, William, of thy fault,
• Thy pledge and broken oath,
And give me back my maiden-vow,
And give me back my troth.
How could you fay, my face was fair,
And yet that face forfake \
How could you win my virgin heart,
Yet leave that heart to break ?
Why did you promife love to me,
And not that promife keep ?
Why faid you, that my eyes were bright,
Yet left thefe eyes to weep ?
How could you fwear, my lip was fweet,
And made the fcarlet pale ?
And why did I, young witlefs maid,
Believe the flatt'ring tale .?
That face, alas ! no more is fair ,*
Thefe lips no longer red ;
Dark are my eyes, now closM in deaths
And every charm is fled.
The hungry worm my filler is ;
This winding-meet I wear :
And cold and weary lafts our night,
Till that lafl morn appear. .
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