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It was a tale of wonder, and soon spread. She had been to the distant battle field, And wandered 'mid the dying and the dead, Gazing on many a ghastly face; at last, She found her lover, and this was his urn.— And leaning on that urn is her employ: And still, at the lone hour, when the first star Rises o'er the blue Ganges, will she sing A low and plaining melancholy song. At other times, she leans beside the urn, As she were but a statue placed by grief In memory of love!