...air drest, I will creep into her breast ; Flush her cheek, and bleach her skin, And feed on the vital fire within. Lover, do not trust her eyes, — When they sparkle most she dies I Mother, do not trust her breath, — Comfort she will breathe in death I Father, do not strive to...

...dress'd I will creep into her breast ; Flush her cheek, and bleach her skin, And feed on the vital tire within. Lover, do not trust her eyes, When they sparkle...mine, and I must have her ! The coffin must be her bridal bed ; The winding-sheet must wrap her head ; The whispering winds must o'er her sigh , For soon...

...others, Death himself covets the beautiful and the young for his own bed. A Victorian epitaph muses: Father, do not strive to save her, She is mine and I must have her; The coffin must be her bridal bed, The winding sheet must wrap her head; The whisp'ring winds must o'er her sigh, For soon...

...her skin, And feed on the vital fire within. - Lover, do not trust her eyes, — When they spcrkle most, she dies ! Mother, do not trust her breath,...mine, and I must have her ! The coffin must be her bridal bed ; The winding-sheet must wrap her head ; The whispering winds must o'-er her sigh, For soon...

...upon which the dying eyes of Agnes rested ! " In the dismal night-air drest, I will creep into hiir breast. ; Flush her cheek and bleach her skin, And...When they sparkle most, she dies ; Mother, do not (rust her breath, Comfort she will breathe in death ; Father, do not strive to save her, She is mine,...