On her pillow faintly sighing,
"I am ready! I am ready!"
"Leonore! my child! my darling!"
Then they brought the infant to her,
Cleanly robed, and sweetly smiling,
And the parting soul turn'd backward,
And the clay-seal on the eyelids
Lifted up to gaze upon it.
Bertha kiss'd the little forehead,
Said "mein kind," and lo! a shudder