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 Far away, he thinks me blooming
 * Into beauty proud and dear,

While before my orbs are looming
 * Visions of the shroud and bier.

Take these withered lilies to him—
 * Whence this tremor, whence this gloom?

Show the buds, all drooping, show him—
 * Let him strew them o’er my tomb.

Icy drops upon me gleaming—
 * Slower, slower pants my breath;

Tell me, mother, am I dreaming—
 * Tell me, am I tasting death?

I am going! I am going!
 * Far from Harry—far from home,

Where eternal truth is glowing—
 * Where the meteor angels roam.

The spoiler comes, on flashing pinions,
 * Thirsting is his eager dart;

Now he beckons to his minions—
 * Now his keen lance drinks my heart!

Farewell, father! farewell, mother!
 * Catch my latest look and sigh;

Farewell, Harry—more than brother—
 * God of life! I die—I die!