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Unmarked, unpitied, she turned aside, For a moment her bursting tears to hide. None thought of the Bayadere, till the fire Blazed redly and fiercely the funeral pyre; Then like a thought she darted by, And sprang on the burning pile to die!

"Now thou art mine! away, away "To my own bright Star, to my home of Day," A dear voice sighed, as he bore her along Gently as spring breezes bear the song, "Thy love and thy faith have won for thee "The breath of immortality. "Maid of earth, is free to call " the queen of his heart and hall!"