Bridegroom

Nay peace, my darling, peace: Let these dreams and terrors cease: Who spoke of death or change or aught but ease? 50

GHOST

O fair frail sin, O poor harvest gathered in! Thou shalt visit him again To watch his heart grow cold; To know the gnawing pain I knew of old; To see one much more fair Fill up the vacant chair, Fill his heart, his children bear:-- While thou and I together 60 In the outcast weather Toss and howl and spin.