THE MAIDEN MARRIAGE.
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Fell silent as a wind abashed, whose breath
Dies out of heaven, suddenly done to death,
When in between them on the dumb dusk air
Floated the bright shade of a face more fair
Than hers that hard beside him shrank and smiled
And wist of all no more than might a child.
So had she all her heart’s will, all she would,
For love’s sake that sufficed her, glad and good,
All night safe sleeping in her maidenhood.
