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Edward Gray

         
      Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town
           Met me walking on yonder way;
      ‘And have you lost your heart?’ she said;
           ‘And are you married yet, Edward Gray?’

      Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me;
           Bitterly weeping I turn’d away:
      ‘Sweet Emma Moreland, love no more
           Can touch the heart of Edward Gray.

      ‘Ellen Adair she loved me well,
           Against her father’s and mother’s will;
      To-day I sat for an hour and wept
           By Ellen’s grave, on the windy hill.

      ‘Shy she was, and I thought her cold,
           Thought her proud, and fled over the sea;
      Fill’d I was with folly and spite,
           When Ellen Adair was dying for me.

      ‘Cruel, cruel the words I said!
           Cruelly came they back to-day:
      “You’re too slight and fickle,” I said,
           “To trouble the heart of Edward Gray.”

      ‘There I put my face in the grass–
           Whisper’d, “Listen to my despair;
      I repent me of all I did;
           Speak a little, Ellen Adair!”

      ‘Then I took a pencil, and wrote
           On the mossy stone, as I lay,
      “Here lies the body of Ellen Adair;
           And here the heart of Edward Gray!”

      ‘Love may come, and love may go,
           And fly, like a bird, from tree to tree;
      But I will love no more, no more,
           Till Ellen Adair come back to me.

      ‘Bitterly wept I over the stone;
           Bitterly weeping I turn’d away.
      There lies the body of Ellen Adair!
           And there the heart of Edward Gray!’
       


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