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 In the arms of the lovely maiden I lie alone on the strand: "What sounds in the breeze's sighing? Why trembles your white hand?"

"That is no breeze's sighing, That is the song, The singing of my sisters Whom the sea hath drowned so long."

shall once the wanderer weary Meet his resting-place and shrine? Under palm-trees by the Ganges? Under lindens of the Rhine?

Shall I somewhere in the desert Owe my grave to stranger hands? Or upon some lonely sea-shore Rest at last beneath the sands?

Ever onward! God's wide heaven Must surround me there as here; And like death-lamps o'er me swinging Night by night the stars burn clear. Errata