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 And they sighed as they answered, “ Ah! no! alas! no,

She was laid in the bed of the tomb long ago."

" show me the way where my footsteps must tread,

To reach that dark chamber where slumbers the dead."

" path is before thee—her grave will be known,

By the rosemary wreathes her companions have strown."

" where is the church—and the churchyard—whose heaps

Will point out the bed where the blessed one sleeps?"

straight to the church-yard in sadness I drew,

But I saw no fresh heap, and no grave that was new.

I turned—a new grave slowly rose at my feet,

And my heart froze all o'er with a damp icy sweat.

And I heard a low voice—but it audibly said,

"Disturb not—disturb not the sleep of the dead.

treads on my bosom—what footsteps have swept

The dew from the bed where the weary one slept?"