Cold is the wind of the north
So cold on my poor horse
And yet the sun is behind me
Shining on my back
But I feel no warmth
For I fled at sunrise without a sound
Not a single step I lay could be heard on the ground
I ride to you with pounding heart
For its you I will marry and him I must depart
I will not be wavered
Or for my family be fevered
Only you I will be part
I left in haste
My feet are bare
Only my nightdress I wear
But I will deliver myself as I am to you
For even in my unclean undressed state
I am Pure
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