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Brewster: Ballads and Songs of Indiana 183
13. He says, "How fast the glittering ice
Is gathering on my brow." Charlotte replied in a feeble voice, "I'm growing warmer now."
14. And on they ride o'er the mountain side
As the stars shine on them bright; At length they reach the village, And the ballroom is in sight
15. They stopped then, and he stepped out
And offered his hand to her: "Why sit you there like a monument That hath no power to stir?"
16. He called her once, he called her twice,
But yet she never stirred; He called and called for4 her again, Yet she answered not a word.
17. He raised the veil from o'er her face
As the cold stars on her shone; He took her hand into his ownó 0 God! 9t was cold as stone.
18. Then quickly to the lighted hall
Her lifeless form he bore, For Charlotte was a frozen girl And never spoke no more.
19. Now, ladies, think of this fair girl
And always dress up right, And never venture thinly clad On a cold and dreary night
4 For to.