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A BRIDEGROOM waits in the green
churchyard -
Waits and waits, but he speaks no word,
The smile on his lips is cold and hard,
His rigid look turns never aside,
The folds of his cloak are never stirred.
A bridegroom waits for his young young bride
By a grave in the still churchyard.
A maiden comes to her wedding plight -
Roses burn on her white soft cheeks,
The gleam of her eyes is clear and bright,
She looks before with a gaze that reads
In her bridegroom's calm the peace she seeks.
A maiden comes for the rest she needs,
And joys in her wedding plight.
She lays her head on his quiet breast -
"My bridegroom is holy and wise,
Lap me, sweet death, in thy solemn rest,"
And looks with a love-look fond and brave,
And thrills in his clasp with happy eyes.
The bridegroom clasps in the silent grave
His young young bride to his breast
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A Woman Sold
Bartimaeus
Judas
Pilate
The Walk To Emmaus
A Bride
A March Night
A Messenger
A Mother's Cry
A Wedding
Afterwards
Dead Amy
Deserted
Dreaming
Glad Waves
Going
How The Brook Sings
If
In The Storm
In The Sunshine
Looking Downstairs
Mary Lost
Never Again
Night Whispers
On The Lake
On The Shore
Our Lily
Passing Away
Perjured
Safe
Shadow
Sunlight
The Blush Rose
The Gift
The Heiress' Wooer
The Hidden Wound
The Lake
The Land Of Happy Dreams
The Old Year Out
The Red Star On The Hill
The River
The Setting Star
The Shadow Of A Cloud
To And Fro
To One Of Many
Too faithful
Two Maidens |
