Colin:. . Mother I can hear your foot-fall now. Soft disturbance in the dead-fall how. It proceeds you like a black smoke pall. Still the wanting comes in waves.
I had entered into a marriage. In the summer of my twenty-first year. And the bells rang for our wedding. Only now do I remember it clear. Alright, alright, alright.
I'm made of bones of the branches the boughs and the brow-beating light. While my feet are the trunks and my head is the canopy high. And my fingers extend to the leaves in the eves, and the bright.
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William:. Margaret, array the rocks around the hole. Before we're sinking. A million stones, a million bones. A million holes within the chinking. . And painting rings around your eyes, these peppered holes.
Charlotte:. Father I'm not feeling well, the flowers me you fed. Tasted spoiled for suddenly I find that I am dead. But father don't you fear. Your children all are here.
William:. And here I am softer than a shower. And here I am to garland you with flowers. To lay you down in clover bed. The stars, a roof above our heads.
[First Voice:]. My true love went riding out in white and green and gray. Past the pale of Offa's wall where she was wont to stray. And there she came upon a white and wounded fawn.
And all the while whispering arbors provide cover. . What previous witnessed ardors of our lovers. . Our heroine here falls prey to her abductor. . All a gallop with Margaret, slung rude 'cross withers.