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That even in death thou hold'st me dear ! −
Thou swearest ! — Wherefore murmur I ?
For life, of all her poesy
The fairest, best, hath dealt to me ;
Thy bride ! — and on thy heart to die !
And shall not now my dust repose
On soil thou'st saved from its foes ?
Axel, behold ! over the moon
A cloud is passing ; when 'tis flown,
Then I depart ; my soul shall stand
Transfigured on the heavenly land
Praying for thee, and from the skies
Watch o'er thee with immortal eyes.
Plant by my grave a southern rose,
And when it dies 'neath winter snows —
Child of the sun — think of thy bride,
Who lieth sleeping by its side.
Brief was her bloom ! — But, Axel, see !
The cloud is gone, my spirit free !
