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 At length she also fell asleep,
 * Was buried with all solemn state;

But lo! her spirit, found no rest,
 * And very dreadful was her fate.

In the cold moonlight she was seen,
 * Dressed in her bridal dress and veil,

Pacing the halls she knew in life,
 * With features very calm and pale.

She came to one, she came to all,
 * That had her blood within their veins;

She came at morn, she came at noon—
 * They met her in familar lanes;

She gazed upon them with sad eyes,
 * Then slowly faded from their sight;

Before their death she came in black,
 * But otherwise was dressed in white.

In every castle of her race,
 * Her sad white face was seen at times;

She followed them from place to place,
 * And she was seen in many climes;

She stood beside the new-born babe,
 * The dying gazed upon her face;

In vain were masses for her soul,
 * Said by the righteous of her race.

In Neuhausen she made her home,
 * If ghosts, indeed, a home can make,

And it was there her soul found rest,
 * Found rest at length for Jesus’ sake.

Our Domherr was a righteous man,
 * A godly priest who loved the truth;

But he was of her haunted race,
 * And had to die for her, forsooth.

Once to Neuhausen he was called,
 * And in a stately room was led,

Where many family paintings hung,
 * There they had made for him a bed.

’Twas evening and the candle’s light Half hid the portraits hanging low.
 * And one was of a wedded pair,

It seemed to him he ought to know;