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Who calls us?

[Pointing up.]

See!

Heed where you go Your feet are on the hollow snow That overhangs a precipice.

[Clasping her, and laughing up to .]

Needless for her and me your fears!

We have a whole life long to play!

In sunshine lies our destined way, And ends but with a hundred years.

And then you perish? So!

[Waving her veil.]

No; then We fly to heaven and play again!

A hundred years to revel given, Each night the bridal lamps aflame,— A century of glorious game

And then—?