There was only one small grated window in this hold, which admitted but little light. "Where is he, then?" demanded the other, hastily. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes.
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