She died beside her king

'Twas echoed in my waiting fate
Did swiftly fly, alas! Belate
The hour that I should chance to die
For in death I did not wish to lie,
But to sing and dance and sway
As I did in yonder day,
But my King, who held my prayer
Does now lie in cold tomb there
And I see no more his face,
And is lost from life's great race
Of which my kin are not apart
And lost is now my mortal heart;
And my star it doth now fade
And no longer is my life display'd
Upon the eve of hope anew,
For, my lord, I died with you.
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