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I stand in the blaze of the candle rays, / While my merry maidens three / Arrange each tress, and loop my dress, / And render me fair to see. / But oh! for the eyes that never again / Will smile like the stars on me.
I sweep down the stair, a bride most fair, / And some one takes my hand. / I am numb and cold, but the lie is told, / I smile and my lord is bland. / But oh! for a sight of my rover wild, / Who wanders abroad in the land.