Round me the white-veiled sisters weeping,
As in the grave my corpse they lay."
"O Magali, when thou, alas!
Art dead and silent,
I'll be the earth that buries thee:
Then mine thou'lt be."
"Now I believe no mocking mean'st thou;
Faithful thy vows; my heart they move,
Take from mine arm this crystal bangle,
Wear it in token of my love."