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O what to me the little room / That was brimmed up with prayer and rest; / He bade me out into the gloom, / And my breast lies upon his breast.
O what to me my mother's care, / The house where I was safe and warm; / The shadowy blossom of my hair / Will hide us from the bitter storm.
O hiding hair and dewy eyes, / I am no more with life and death, / My heart upon his warm heart lies, / My breath is mixed into his breath.