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128 Ballads and Songs of Michigan
13 "Why sit you there like a monument That hath no power to move?"
He asked her once, he asked her twice; She answered not a word.
14 He asked her for her hand again, But still she never stirred.
He took her veil from off her face, The bright stars on her shone.
15 Young Charlotte was a frozen corpse, And words spoke never more,
And quickly to the lighted hall Her lifeless form he bore.
16 He put his arms around her neck And kissed her marble brow,
And his thoughts went back to when she said, "Fm growing warmer now."
17 He put the corpse back in the sleigh And swiftly hurried home;
And when he reached the cottage door, O how her friends did mourn!
18 They mourned for the loss of their daughter dear, And Charles wept over the gloom
Until at length he died of grief, And they buried them in one tomb.