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Red morn wearing.

Weary visions of my

faithless lover departed.

What dark sorrow

does God to me impart?

Doth he list to me crying?

For gone is gone,

and our promises lie far away,

down, down, down

to the tomb.

Grief broke and tore,

and I rose my pain to heavens high.

Die away

in the gloom.

But hark to the clatter,

so heavy and clear!

"Unlock the gate, my bride!

Till the dead midnight we run!

Ere the darkness shall pass,

ere we may lie down in our bridal bed."

Past silent trees and cold wraiths,

how flew the moon overhead.

Ride thro' the night!

And up to an iron gate,

burst doors with a deafening knell.

"At last, we have reached the spot,

for the dead travel fast!"

"Is my love afraid

of the quiet dead?

Come and dance on the tombstones,

by the gallows-tree!"

Body with no flesh,

the mask of life no more.

A scythe and a sandglass bore.

"Heaven keep you soul forevermore".

Groans from the Earth,

and shrieks in the air!

Now rests in silence

your heavy heart.