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 He drives forth the soul, the gentle soul, That thro’ the long and slender neck At the fair lips out doth fly.

Ah! there he lies! the warm blood flows After the soul that ’s gone; The waste earth drinks the warm, warm blood, And every maid for the youth low-laid In sad heart makes her moan.

Low lies the youth in the cold, cold earth, An oak grows o’er his grave, And far and wide on ev’ry side Its branches it doth wave.

On goes the stag with antlers fair, On his quick feet he doth bound, And reaches with long and slender neck The leaves that grow around.

Together swift-wing’d sparrow-hawks From all the forest fly, And on that oak they sit and scream, That all may hear the cry: “By wrath of foeman low was laid “A youth bemoan'd of ev'ry maid!”