come and stand with a ghastly rainbow!
the passion wherewith thy bride spirit glow
you are as far below as garden above thee
were I am angel, more I could not wait for thee
nothing to break the silent heart's long peace there
whom the young frontiersman touched her silky hair
and there for rose buds have sought in vain
as wind wept, guessing she was undone
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