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of the alabaster, I saw a azed more earnestly, and concluded that it was but fancy

Neverthless I could not help singing again-

"Rest is now filled full of beauty,

And can give thee up, I ween;

Come thou forth, for other duty

Motion pineth for her queen

"Or, if needing years to wake thee

Fro, and betake thee

To the friendly, sleeping woods

Sweeter dreams are in the forest,

Round thee storms would never rave;

And when need of rest is sorest,

Glide thou then into thy cave

"Or, if still thou choosest rather

Marble, be its spell on ather,

Let another dreah the stony shroud, as if, by very force

of penetrative sight, I would clear every lineaht the hand that had lain under the cheek, had slipped

a little doard But then I could not be sure that I had at first

observed its position accurately So I sang again; for the longing had

grown into a passionate need of seeing her alive-