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Message: <blockquote data-quote="neroshan" data-source="post: 111393" data-attributes="member: 8568">Come Be With Me, my Love!A stranger came to the  door at eve,And  he  spoke the bridegroom fair.He bore a green-white stick in his hand,And, for  all burden,  care.He asked with  the  eyes  more than  the  lipsFor a shelter  for  the  night,And he turned  and looked at the road afarWithout a window light.The bridegroom  came  forth  into the porchWith, "Let us look at the  sky,And question what of the night to  be,Stranger, you  and I."The woodbine leaves littered the yard,The  woodbine  berries  were blue,Autumn, yes, winter was in the wind;"Stranger, I  wish I knew."Within, the bride in the dusk  alone Bent over  the open fire,Her face rose-red with the  glowing coalAnd the thought  of the  heart's  desire.The bridegroom  looked at the weary  road,Yet saw but her  within,And wished her heart  in  a case of goldAnd pinned with a silver pin.The  bridegroom  thought  it little to giveA dole  of bread, a purse,A heartfelt prayer for the poor  of God,Or  for the  rich  a curse;But whether  or not a  man was  askedTo  mar  the love  of twoby harboring woe  in the  bridal house,The bridegroom  wished he  knew.</blockquote>

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