How canst thou calmly slumber?

How canst thou calmly slumber

And knowest I am alive?

Again the old rage comes o'er me.

And I spurn the fettering gyve.

Know'st thou the weird old story.

How the dead youth came to the room,

At midnight, and carried his sweetheart

Away with him to the tomb?

Believe me, thou wondrous sweet one --

Thou maiden so fair to see,

I live, and I still am stronger

Than all the dead men be!