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Come and behold our lady where she lies.'
These 'wildering phantasies
⁠Then carried me to see my lady dead.
⁠Even as I there was led,
⁠Her ladies with a veil were covering her;
And with her was such very humbleness
That she appeared to say, 'I am at peace.'

"And I became so humble in my grief,
⁠Seeing in her such deep humility,
⁠That I said: 'Death, I hold thee passing good
Henceforth, and a most gentle sweet relief,
⁠Since my dear love has chosen to dwell with thee:
⁠Pity, not hate, is thine, well understood.
⁠Lo! I do so desire to see thy face
That I am like as one who nears the tomb;
My soul entreats thee, Come.'

⁠Then I departed, having made my moan;