XVII.

Round her waist his eager arms he bended,

Dashing from his eyes the blinding tear:

"Wert thou even from the grave ascended,

Come unto my heart, and warm thee here!"

Sweet the long embrace--

"Raise that pallid face;

None but thou and are watching, dear!"

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