a ballad.
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I'll build me a bow'r in the church-yard lone
To watch my husband's sleep.
To watch my husband's sleep.
"And when the moon rises above the yew
Which shadows his silent breast,
I'll mingle my tears with the glitt'ring dew
That sprinkles his place of rest."
Which shadows his silent breast,
I'll mingle my tears with the glitt'ring dew
That sprinkles his place of rest."
"Oh cold is the night, and the wind it blows,
And thy husband sleeps in peace,
Then pray for the balsam of soft repose,
It shall bid thy sorrows cease!
And thy husband sleeps in peace,
Then pray for the balsam of soft repose,
It shall bid thy sorrows cease!
"But seek not thou 'mid the shadows of night
Yon church-yard dark and wide,
For there hovers oft the shivering sprite,
And the shrouded phantoms glide!"
Yon church-yard dark and wide,
For there hovers oft the shivering sprite,
And the shrouded phantoms glide!"
