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/ I. Life has fled; she is dead, / Sleeping in the flow'ry vale / Where the fleeting shades are shed / Ghost-like o'er her features pale. / Lay her 'neath the violets wild, / Lay her like a dreaming child / 'Neath the waving grass / Where the shadows pass.
/ II. Gone she has to happy rest / With white flowers for her pillow; / Moons look sadly on her breast / Thro' an ever-weeping willow. / Fold her hands, frail flakes of snow, / Waxen as white roses blow / Like herself so fair, / Free from world and care.