Bridegroom

I have thee close, my dear, No terror can come near; Only far off the northern light shines clear. 10

GHOST

Come with me, fair and false, To our home, come home. It is my voice that calls: Once thou wast not afraid When I woo’d, and said, ‘Come, our nest is newly made’-- Now cross the tossing foam.

BRIDE

Hold me one moment longer, He taunts me with the past, His clutch is waxing stronger, 20 Hold me fast, hold me fast. He draws me from thy heart, And I cannot withhold: He bids my spirit depart With him into the cold:-- Oh bitter vows of old!