O’ercame her spoken troth, o’ercame her fear;
And she prepared, as now the hour drew near,
The mean contrivances, nor felt disgust.
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She set the lamp beneath a chair, and cloked
Thickly its rebel lustre from the eye:
And laid the knife, to mortal keenness stroked,
Within her reach, where she was wont to lie:
And took her place full early; but her heart
Beat fast, and stay’d her breath with sudden start,