Night Lay Upon Mine Eyelids; Upon My Mouth Lay Lead; With Rigid Brain And Bosom, I Lay Among The Dead. How Long It Was I Know Not That Sleep Oblivion Gave; I Wakened Up, And, Listening, Heard A Knocking At My Grave. "Tis Time To Rise Up, Henry! The Eternal Day Draws On; The Dead Are All Arisen-- The Eternal Joy'S Begun." "My Love, I Cannot Raise Me; For I Have Lost My Sight; My Eyes With Bitter Weeping They Are Extinguished Quite." "From Thy Dear Eyelids, Henry, I'll Kiss The Night Away; Thou Shalt Behold The Angels, And Heaven'S Superb Display." "My Love, I Cannot Raise Me; Still Bleeds My Bosom Gored, Where Thou Heart-Deep Didst Stab Me With A Keen-Pointed Word." "Soft I Will Lay It, Henry, My Hand Soft On Thy Heart; And That Will Stop Its Bleeding And Soothe At Once The Smart." "My Love, I Cannot Raise Me-- My Head Is Bleeding Too; When Thou Wast Stolen From Me I Shot It Through And Through!" "I With My Tresses, Henry, Will Stop The Fountain Red; Press Back Again The Blood-Stream, And Heal Thy Wounded Head." She Begged So Sweetly, Dearly, I Could No More Say No; I Tried, I Strove To Raise Me, And To My Darling Go. Then The Wounds Again Burst Open; With Torrent Force Outbrake From Head And Breast The Blood-Stream, And, Lo, I Came Awake!