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His head within my bosom lay, / But yet his spirit slipped not through: / I only felt the burning clay / That withered for the cooling dew.
It was but pity when I spoke / And called him to my heart for rest, / And half a mother's love that woke / Feeling his head upon my breast:
And half the lion's tenderness / To shield her cubs from hurt or death, / Which, when the serried hunters press, / Makes terrible her wounded breath.
But when the lips I breathed upon / Asked for such love as equals claim / I looked where all the stars were gone / Burned in the day's immortal flame.
'Come thou like yon great dawn to me / From darkness vanquished, battles done: / Flame unto flame shall flow and be / Within thy heart and mine as one. '