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 I kneel here patient as thou liest there; As patient as a statue carved in stone, Of adoration and eternal grief.

While thou dost not awake I cannot move; And something tells me thou wilt never wake, And I alive feel turning into stone.

Most beautiful were Death to end my grief, Most hateful to destroy the sight of thee, Dear vision better than all death or life.

But I renounce all choice of life or death, For either shall be ever at thy side, And thus in bliss or woe be ever well.—

He murmured thus and thus in monotone, Intent upon that uncorrupted face, Entranced except his moving lips alone: I glided with hushed footsteps from the place. This was the festival that filled with light That palace in the City of the Night.