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I sing to him that rests below, / And, since the grasses round me wave, / I take the grasses of the grave, / And make them pipes whereon to blow.
The traveller hears me now and then, / And sometimes harshly will he speak; / ‘This fellow would make weakness weak, / And melt the waxen hearts of men.'