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Till all sweet gums and juices flow, / Till the blossom of blossoms blow, / The long hours go and come and go, / The bride she sleepeth, waketh, sleepeth, / Waiting for one whose coming is slow: -- / Hark! the bride weepeth.
"How long shall I wait, come heat come rime? " -- / "Till the strong Prince comes, who must come in time," / Her women say. "There's a mountain to climb, / A river to ford. Sleep, dream and sleep: / Sleep," they say: "we've muffled the chime, / Better dream than weep."