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So on they sped through the frosty air and the glittering cold starlight
Until at last the village lights and the ball-room came in sight.
They reached the door and Charles sprang out and
reached his hands to her. " .Why sit you there like a monument that has no
power to stir? " He called her once, he called her twice, she answered
not a word, And then he called her once again but still she never
He took her hand in his; 'twas cold and hard as any
stone. He tore the mantle from her face while cold stars on
it shone. Then quickly to the lighted hall her lifeless form
he bore;— Young Charlottie's eyes were closed forever, her
voice was heard no more.
And there he sat down by her side while bitter tears did flow,
And cried, " My own, my charming bride, you nevermore shall know."
He twined his arms around her neck and kissed her marble brow,
And his thoughts flew back to where she said, " I'm growing warmer now." 241