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Why return?

My soul is fain—

Is fain?

To see the earthy bed.

Sayest thou?

Where our sire is laid.

Nay, thou can’st not; dost not see—

Sister, wherefore wroth with me?

Know’st not—beside—

More must I hear?

Tombless he died, none near.

Lead me thither; slay me there.

How shall I unhappy fare,

Friendless, helpless, how drag on

A life of misery alone?

Fear not, maids—

Ah, whither flee? 301