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DAGMAR.
The beautiful Princess Dagmar,
The “darling queen,” lay dead
With lilies on her bosom
And roses round her head.
The “darling queen,” lay dead
With lilies on her bosom
And roses round her head.
Cold, and fair, and silent,
Upon her bier she lay,
And weeping lords and gentlemen
Were bearing her away;
Upon her bier she lay,
And weeping lords and gentlemen
Were bearing her away;
When down the city causeway,
Whereon the mourners passed,
In bitter grief and raging woe
The king came riding fast.
Whereon the mourners passed,
In bitter grief and raging woe
The king came riding fast.
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The dead heart in her bosom
Leapt up his voice to hear,
The dead lips opened softly,
She rose upon the bier;
Leapt up his voice to hear,
The dead lips opened softly,
She rose upon the bier;
Straight to her husband's smitten soul
A smile of heaven she sent;
A word of love and pleading,
Then back to death she went.
A smile of heaven she sent;
A word of love and pleading,
Then back to death she went.
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To die a double dying,
Oh fate, be spared to me!
When death has kissed mine eyelids
And life has set me free.
Oh fate, be spared to me!
When death has kissed mine eyelids
And life has set me free.
Thou, dearest, do not call me!
Do not utter a word;
Let not my peace be broken,
My hard-won slumber stirred.
Do not utter a word;
Let not my peace be broken,
My hard-won slumber stirred.
Leave it for one Voice, dearer,
Dearer even than thine,
When the resurrection morning
On heaven and earth shall shine,
Dearer even than thine,
When the resurrection morning
On heaven and earth shall shine,
To send its trumpet clangor
Through star, and sod, and sky,
And call His dead, where'er their bed,
To the life that cannot die.
Through star, and sod, and sky,
And call His dead, where'er their bed,
To the life that cannot die.
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