Frozen Charlotte
Fair Charlotte lived on a mountain side,
In a wild and lonely spot,
No dwelling was for three miles round,
Except her father's cot.
On New Year's eve, when the sun was set,
She gazed with a wistful eye,
Out of the frosty window forth,
To see the sleighs go by.
She restless was, and longing looked,
Till a well known voice she heard,
Came dashing up to her father's door,
Young Charley's sleigh appeared.
Her mother said, — "My daughter dear,
This blanket round you fold,
For 't is an awful night without,
And you'll be very cold."
"Oh nay, oh nay," young Charlotte cried,
And she laughed like a Gypsy queen,
"To ride in blanket muffled up,
I never will be seen."
Her gloves and bonnet being on,
She jumped into the sleigh,
And off they went, down the mountain side,
And over the hills away.
Thus on they went through the frosty air,
And in the cold starlight,
Until the village and bright ball-room,
They did appear in sight.
"How fast," says Charles, "the frozen ice
Is gathering on my brow,"
Said Charlotte, in a weaker voice,
"I'm growing warmer now."
Charles drove to the door, and jumping out,
He held his hand to her, —
"Why sit you there like a monument,
That has no power to stir?"
They mourned the loss of a daughter dear,
And Charles mourned o'er her doom,
Until at last his heart did break,
And they both lie in one tomb.
