Translation:Pass by, as you look so like me ...

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Pass by, as you look so like me In letting your look so drop I did just the same, much likely … I prithee, wayfarer, stop!

Some poppies or daisies greener Let have in your posy strung See the inscription Marina, A girl of twenty years young

Don’t think here’s a grave uncanny, Don’t think it as ghost I haunt – I let my wild laughter carry At times when they said I can’t!

And fair were my tresses curly And blood set my face aflame … I prithee, wayfarer, tarry For me who once lived the same!

You bend for a sappy wildling Or berries to follow suit: You’ll spend many years in finding A sweeter than graveyard’s fruit

Don’t stand yet in gloom, unlively And low hang your head don’t let And think of me ever lightly And lightly do me forget

Through gossamer veils so golden You look, all in sunset glow … And cower not so, but bolden At hearing my voice from below

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