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William Allingham

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A fair witch crept to a young man's side, 
And he kiss'd her and took her for his bride. 

But a Shape came in at the dead of night, 
And fill'd the room with snowy light. 

And he saw how in his arms there lay 
A thing more frightful than mouth may say. 

And he rose in haste, and follow'd the Shape 
Till