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...the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear ; She is coming, my life, my fate ; The red rose cries, ' She is near, she is near ' ; And the white rose weeps,...hear, I hear ' ; And the lily whispers, ' I wait.' " Sections xxn., xxin., and xxiv. evidently serve as a preface to the madness so strikingly and thrillingly...

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...fate ; The red rose erics, 'She is near, she ig near;' And the white rose we"ps, ' She ¡з lat« ;' The larkspur listens, ' I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, ' I wait.' " Maud's brother surprises the lovers ; he is of course in a rage, gives the 336 young man the lie,...