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] XXI. "Enter the sacred house!
 * I shall be sleeping,

Robed in a winding-sheet, Nuns at my head and feet,
 * Above me weeping."

XXII. "If tbou wert lifeless dust,
 * My toils were o'er:

I 'd be the yawning grave, Thee in my arms to have
 * For evermore!"

XXIII. "Now know I thou art true,
 * Leave me not yet!

Come, singer fair, and take And wear for my sake
 * This annulet!"

XXIV. "Look up, my blessed one,
 * The heaven scan!

Since the stars came to see Thee, O my Magali,
 * They are turned wan!"

A silence fell, the sweet song being ended: Only with the last moving notes bad blended