Loving his loving, was his willing bride.
O’erjoy’d she slept again, o’erjoy’d awoke
At break of morn upon her love to look;
When lo! his empty place lay by her side.
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So all that day she spent in company
Of the soft voices; and Of right, they said,
Art thou our Lady now. Be happily
Thy bridal morrow by thy servants sped.
But she but long’d for night, if that might bring