With the cold, till dawn—but she did not come.
I must tell you why and have done: 'Tis said,
On the eve of the marriage she fled the side
Of the guests and the bridegroom there: she fled
With a mischievous laugh,—"I'll hide! I'll hide!
A kiss for the one who shall find!"—and led
A long search after her; but defied
All search for—a score and ten long years.
Well, the laughter of Yule was turned to tears
For them as for us. We saw the glare