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Is it the shrewd October wind / Brings the tears into her eyes? / Does it blow so strong that she must fetch / Her breath in sudden sighs?
The sound of his horse's feet grows faint, / The Rider has passed from sight; / The day dies out of the crimson west, / And coldly falls the night.
She presses her tremulous fingers tight / Against her closed eyes, / And on the lonesome threshold there, / She cowers down and cries.