BRIDE

Hold me one moment longer,

He taunts me with the past,

His clutch is waxing stronger, 20

Hold me fast, hold me fast.

He draws me from thy heart,

And I cannot withhold:

He bids my spirit depart

With him into the cold:--

Oh bitter vows of old!

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