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That had tied around his neck, And gave it her,—and prayed that she would wave Its white folds from the lattice of her cell At each pale rising of the evening-star, That he might knew she lived. They parted.—Never Those lovers met again! But built A tower beside the Rhine, and there he dwelt, And every evening saw the white scarf waved, And heard the vesper-hymn of Float in deep sweetness o'er the silent river. One evening, and he did not see the scarf, He watched and watched in vain; at length his hope Grew desperate, and he prayed his Might have forgotten him:—but midnight came, And with it came the convent's heavy bell, Tolling for a departed soul; and then