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Speak to me in the thrilling minster's gloom! Speak! thou hast died, and sent me no farewell! I will not shrink;—oh! mighty is the tomb, But one thing mightier, which it cannot quell, This woman's heart!

This lone, full, fragile heart!—the strong alone In love and grief—of both the burning shrine! Thou, my soul's friend! with grief hast surely done, But with the love which made thy spirit mine, Say, couldst thou part ?

I hear the rustling banners; and I hear The wind's low singing through the fretted stone; I hear not thee; and yet I feel thee near— What is this bound that keeps thee from thine own? Breathe it away!

I wait thee—I adjure thee! hast thou known How I have loved thee? couldst thou dream it all?