Mother Alice, dear, what ails you, Dazed and white and shaken? Has the chill night numbed you? Is it fright you have taken? Alice
Mother, I am very well, I felt never better, Mother, do not hold me so, Let me write my letter. Mother Sweet, my dear, what ails you? Alice No, but I am well; The night was cold and frosty, There's no more to tell. Mother Ay, the night was frosty, Coldly gaped the moon, Yet the birds seemed twittering Through green boughs of June. Soft and thick the snow lay, Stars danced in the sky. Not all the lambs of May-day Skip so bold and high. Your feet were dancing, Alice, Seemed to dance on air, You looked a ghost or angel In the starlight there. Your eyes were frosted starlight, Your heart fire and snow. Who was it said, "I love you"? Alice Mother, let me go!
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