Longer will I not live in this white world,

Never without thee, thou my star of hope!

Never has the dove more than one fond mate,

And the female swan ne'er two husbands has,

Neither can I have two beloved friends."

No more sits she now late at evening hour,

But the light still burns, light of virgin wax;

On the table stands the coffin newly made;

In the coffin new lies the lovely maid.

THE DOVE.