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But when the trembling pain reveal'd,
    And vows of mutual faith had cheer'd,
Quick on the hamlet's verdant field
    Christiern their simple cottage rear'd.

And taught Ulrica's rose to twine
    Its tendrils round the rustic door,
And thought how sweet at day's decline
    When the accustom'd task was o'er,

To sit and pour the evening song
    Amid gay summer's varied bloom,
And catch the breeze that bore along
    Her favourite flowret's rich perfume.

The appointed day its course begun
    With gentle beams of rosy light,
When they whose hearts had long been one
    Should join their hands in hallow'd rite.

At morn, the marriage bell was rung.
    Where the lone spire from chapel towers,
And village maids assembling hung
    Ulrica's lowly hall with flowers.—

Yet mark'd a shade that pensively
    Was stealing o'er her features fair,
For mid those hours of festive glee
    The youthful bridegroom came not there.

Full oft along the coppice green
    She deem'd his well-known step she heard,
Then brightening, raised her lovely mien,
    Then sigh'd—for other guest appear'd.