Page:Late lyrics and earlier, with many other verses (IA latelyricsearlie00hardiala).pdf/60

32 She learnt to dream of him, and told them: “In slumber often uprises he, And says: 'I am joyed that, after all, Dear, You've not deserted me!'"

At length died too this kinless woman, As he had died she had grown to crave; And at her dying she besought them To bury her in his grave.

Such said, she had paused; until she added: "Call me by his name on the stone, As I were, first to last, his dearest, Not she who left him lone!"

And this they did. And so it became there That, by the strength of a tender whim, The stranger was she who bore his name there, Not she who wedded him.