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FORLORN
He is fled, or he is dead,Marriage will conceal it . . . In the night, in the night,While the gloom is growing.’
iii.Catherine, Catherine, in the nightWhat is this you’re dreaming?There is laughter down in HellAt your simple scheming . . . In the night, in the night,When the ghosts are fleeting.
iv.You to place a hand in hisLike an honest woman’s,