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 By the way of the cross gleams thy radiant crown; By the way of the world all my dreams have gone down: For thee peace and mercy; for me daggers keen, And war with the wehr-wolf, Alexandrine, Alexandrine!

In thy saintliest prayer I would ask to remain, Though for me there be no resurrection again. The stars in their courses have mocked me, my queen, But I bless thee forever, Alexandrine, Alexandrine!

Thy sorrows were many, thy happy days few; Thy tears bowed thee down like a rose crushed with dew; But those tears were too precious for mortal to glean, And a bride of the sky art thou, Alexandrine, Alexandrine!