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THEKLA AT HER LOVER'S GRAVE.
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THEKLA AT HER LOVER'S GRAVE.[1]




Thither where he lies buried!
That single spot is the whole world to me.
Coleridge's Wallenstein.




Thy voice was in my soul! it call'd me on;
    O my lost friend! thy voice was in my soul:
From the cold, faded world, whence thou art gone,
    To hear no more life's troubled billows roll,
I come, I come!

Now speak to me again! we loved so well—
    We loved! oh! still, I know that still we love!
I have left all things with thy dust to dwell,
    Through these dim aisles in dreams of thee to rove:
This is my home!


  1. See Wallenstein, Act 6th.