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We buried of our dead the dearest one -- / Said each to other, "Here then let him lie, / And they may find the place, when all is done, / From the old may tree standing guard near by."
Strong limbs whereon the wasted life blood dries, / And soft cheeks that a girl might wish her own, / A scholar's brow, o'ershadowing valiant eyes, / Henceforth shall pleasure charnel-worms alone.