A beggar at the window I, Who, famished, looks on revelry; Who, famished, looks on revelry; A slave who lifts his torch to guide A slave who lifts his torch to guide The happy bridegroom to his bride. The happy bridegroom to his bride. My granddam told me once of one My granddam told me once of one Whom all her village spat upon, Whom all her village spat upon, Seeing the church from out its breast Seeing the church from out its breast
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