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Death in the Morning
‘Tis night, for sun has not yet risen.
All hushed, for it is early morn,
But night and day are each a prison
For one who roams through both, forlorn.
Before the rising of the sun of morning
A silence-rending scream heard
That dies away again. A warning
That something evil has occurred.
But then through night the sun goes wending
And lights upon a clearing green
And on the grass his life o'erspending
A ragged trav'ler can be seen
How he died, who dealt the blows,
That alone the wood-wind knows
And the sable horse that bore him
And the bride that rode before him
But the wind now sails the air
And the bride bestrode the mare
One girl will her love be giving
To no dead man but one living.
All hushed, for it is early morn,
But night and day are each a prison
For one who roams through both, forlorn.
Before the rising of the sun of morning
A silence-rending scream heard
That dies away again. A warning
That something evil has occurred.
But then through night the sun goes wending
And lights upon a clearing green
And on the grass his life o'erspending
A ragged trav'ler can be seen
How he died, who dealt the blows,
That alone the wood-wind knows
And the sable horse that bore him
And the bride that rode before him
But the wind now sails the air
And the bride bestrode the mare
One girl will her love be giving
To no dead man but one living.
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Death in the Morning
Death in the Morning
