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She spoke to him who could not hear, and cried, "Thou yet wilt wake, And learn my watchings and my tears, belov'd one! for thy sake.

"They told me this was death, but well I knew it could not be; Fairest and stateliest of the earth! who spoke of death for thee? They would have wrapt the funeral shroud thy gallant form around, But I forbade—and there thou art, a monarch, rob’d and crown'd!

"With all thy bright locks gleaming still, their coronal beneath, And thy brow so proudly beautiful—who said that this was death?