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And calm upon his bosom she lay, Till the lark sang his morning hymn to the day; And a sun-beam thro' the curtain shone,— As passes a shadow—the maiden was gone! That day the youth was told the tale, How she had pined beneath the veil And died, and then they show'd her grave— He knew that cypress's green wave.— That night, alone, he watched his bride— The next they laid him by her side. L. E. L.