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 Who shall raise thee From the house of the dead? Or what man praise thee That thy praise may be said? Alas thy beauty! alas thy body! alas thine head!

But thou, O mother, The dreamer of dreams, Wilt thou bring forth another To feel the sun’s beams When I move among shadows a shadow, and wail by impassable streams?

What thing wilt thou leave me Now this thing is done? A man wilt thou give me, A son for my son, For the light of mine eyes, the desire of my life, the desirable one?