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I envied e'en her dreams; dear one, I must awake thee now, And softly did I bend to kiss the slumber from her brow: I started at its marble touch, it was so ghastly chill; I prest my hand upon her heart, but there the pulse was still;

I kist her mouth, it had no breath, her lip and cheek no red: I called her, but she answered not I knew that she was dead. To-night they lay her in the tomb, which I will watch beside, And look my last, and weep my last, o'er my betrothed bride.

And all my gallant comrades here, pray for her soul and mine; A long, a last farewell to all—I'm bound for Palestine." He raised the red wine from the board, he drank them one by one; "I never pledge man's name again:"—Sir Adalbert past on.

Next day a bark for Acre sailed: of those who crossed the main, Were some who sought in after-years their native shore again; But never came Sir Adalbert home to our English strand; His death-wound won, his grave was made, within the Holy Land.L. E. L.