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BALLAD.
[With her white hands claspt, she sleepeth, heart is husht, and lips are cold]
With her white hands claspt, she sleepeth, heart is husht, and lips are cold,
Death shrouds up her heaven of beauty, and a weary way I go,
Like the sheep without a shepherd on the wintry, norland wold,
With the face of Day shut out by blinding snow.
O'er its widowed nest my heart sits mourning, for its mate that's fled
From this world of wail and weeping, fled to join her starry peers,
And my light of life's o'ershadowed, where the dear one lieth dead,
And I'm crying in the dark with many fears.
Death shrouds up her heaven of beauty, and a weary way I go,
Like the sheep without a shepherd on the wintry, norland wold,
With the face of Day shut out by blinding snow.
O'er its widowed nest my heart sits mourning, for its mate that's fled
From this world of wail and weeping, fled to join her starry peers,
And my light of life's o'ershadowed, where the dear one lieth dead,
And I'm crying in the dark with many fears.
One of God's own darlings was my bosom's nestling dove,
With her looks of love, and sunshine, and a voice so sweet and low,
O! it hallowed all my being, like a canticle of love,
And its music yearns through all my memory now:
For in winds, she maketh passionate speech, and filleth silverily,
Like a song, the listening silence, of the midnight's charmed hours,
And I know from out her heart, she'll send her love in death, to me,
By the Spring, in smiling utterance of Flowers.
With her looks of love, and sunshine, and a voice so sweet and low,
O! it hallowed all my being, like a canticle of love,
And its music yearns through all my memory now:
For in winds, she maketh passionate speech, and filleth silverily,
Like a song, the listening silence, of the midnight's charmed hours,
And I know from out her heart, she'll send her love in death, to me,
By the Spring, in smiling utterance of Flowers.
O! my love o'er-pure for earth, has gone into the world of light,
It was hard to leave me lonely, but the Lord had need of her,
And she walks the heavens in glory, like a star i'the crown of night,
With the Saints, and with the Angels, mingling there.
Gone before me, to be clothed on with bridal robe of white,
Where Love's blossom turns to knowledge-fruit, and suffering's glorified.
And my love shall make me meet, and worthy of her presence bright,
And in heaven I will claim her as my bride.
It was hard to leave me lonely, but the Lord had need of her,
And she walks the heavens in glory, like a star i'the crown of night,
With the Saints, and with the Angels, mingling there.
Gone before me, to be clothed on with bridal robe of white,
Where Love's blossom turns to knowledge-fruit, and suffering's glorified.
And my love shall make me meet, and worthy of her presence bright,
And in heaven I will claim her as my bride.
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