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kneels by the grave where her lover sleeps; With a cypress and rose she has crown'd it; And there her lonely vigil keeps, While the moonlight beams surround it,

Her hair is loose to the chill night gale; No more with spring flowers she'll braid it: Her dark eye is dim, her cheek is pale— Sorrow can swiftly fade it.