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yesight! Stay, pale queen! for ever by my side." Hush, no words! that smile, I see, forgives me. I am now thy nurse, I bid thee sleep. Close thine eyes--this flooding moonlight blinds them!-- Nay, all's well again! thou must not weep. _Tristram_ I am happy! yet I feel, there's something Swells my heart, and takes my breath away. Through a mist I see thee; near--come nearer! Bend--bend down!--I yet have much to say. _Iseult_ Heaven! his head sinks back upon the pillow-- Tristram! Tristram! let thy heart not fail! Call on God and on the holy angels! What, love, courage!--Christ! he is so pale. _Tristram_ Hush, 'tis vain, I feel my end approaching! This is what my mother said should be, When the fierce pains took her in the forest, The deep draughts of death, in bearing me. "Son," she said, "thy name shall be of sorrow; Tristram art thou call'd for my death's sake." So she said, and died in the drear forest. Grief since then his home with me doth make. I am dying.--Start not, nor look wildly! Me, thy living friend, thou canst not save. But, since living we were ununited, Go not far, O Iseult! from my grave. Close mine eyes, then seek the princess Iseult; Speak her fair, she is of royal blood! Say, I will'd so, that thou stay beside me-- She will grant it; she is kind and good. Now to sail the seas of death I leave thee-- One last kiss upon the living shore! _Iseult_ Tristram!--Tristram!--stay--receive me with thee! Iseult leaves thee, Tristram! never more. * * * * * You see them clear--the moon shines bright. Slow, slow and softly, where she stood, She sinks upon the ground;--her hood Had fallen back; her arms outspread Still hold her lover's hand; her head Is bow'd, half-buried, on the bed. O'er the blanch'd sheet her raven hair Lies in disorder'd streams; and there, Strung like white stars, the pearls still are, And the golden bracelets, heavy and rare, Flash on her white arms still. The very same which yesternight Flash'd in the silver sconces' light, When the feast was gay and the laughter loud In Tyntagel's palace proud. But then they deck'd a restless ghost With hot-flush'd che
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