How canst thou slumber calmly

How can'st thou slumber calmly,

Whilst I alive remain?

My olden wrath returneth,

And then I snap my chain.

Know'st thou the ancient ballad

Of that dead lover brave,

Who rose and dragged his lady

At midnight to his grave?

Believe me, I am living;

And I am stranger far,

Most pure, most radiant maiden,

Than all the dead men are.