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And the bridegroom led the flight | Cried aloud-"So goes the day, on his red-roan steed of might, bridegroom fair of Duchess Toll slowly. May! Toll slowly. And the bride lay on his arm, still Look thy last upon that sun. If as if she feared no harm, thou seest to-morrow's one, Smiling out into the night. "Twill be through a foot of clay.