Canto III.]
THE COCOONING.
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XXI.
"Enter the sacred house!
I shall be sleeping,
Robed in a winding-sheet,
Nuns at my head and feet,
Above me weeping."
XXII.
"If tbou wert lifeless dust,
My toils were o'er:
I 'd be the yawning grave,
Thee in my arms to have
For evermore!"
XXIII.
"Now know I thou art true,
Leave me not yet!
Come, singer fair, and take
And wear for my sake
This annulet!"
XXIV.
"Look up, my blessed one,
The heaven scan!
Since the stars came to see
Thee, O my Magali,
They are turned wan!"
A silence fell, the sweet song being ended:
Only with the last moving notes bad blended
