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 Life paled as she drew near, Love shook with doubt and fear. Ah, then, she said, in truth (Eyes full of yearning ruth), Love, thou would'st have this Life, Fair may! to be thy wife? Yet at an awful shrine Wert thou not plighted mine?

Pale, paler poor Life grew; Love murmured, It is true! How could I thee forsake? From the brief dream I wake. Yet, O belovèd Death, See how she suffereth; Ere we from earth depart Soothe her, thou tender heart!

Faint on the ground she lay; Love kissed the swoon away; Death then bent over her, Death the sweet comforter! Whispered with tearful smile, Wait but a little while, Then I will come for thee; We are one family.