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106 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
Says Charles, "How fast the freezing ice
Is gathering on my brow." And Charlotte still more faintly said
"I'm growing warmer now."
So on they rode through frosty air
And the glittering cold starlight, Until at last the village lamps
And the ballroom came in sight.
Charles drove to the door, he then jumped out,
And reached his hand for her. Why sit there like a monument that has no power to stir?
That has no power to stir?
He called her once, he called her twice;
She answered not a word. He asked her for her hand again,
But still she never stirred.
He took her hand in hisó0 God!
'Twas cold and hard as stone. He tore the mantle from her brow
Cold sweat upon there shone.
Then quickly to the dancing hall
Her lifeless form he bore; Fair Charlotte was a frozen corpse
And spake she nevermore.