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THIS, then, is the grave of my son, / Whose heart she won! And nettles grow / Upon his mound; and she lives just below.
How he upbraided me, and left, / And our lives were cleft, because I said / She was hard, unfeeling, caring but to wed.
Well, to see this sight I have fared these miles, / And her firelight smiles from her window there, / Whom he left his mother to cherish with tender care!
It is enough. I'll turn and go; / Yes, nettles grow where lone lies he, / Who spurned me for seeing what he could not see.