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I dreamed that one had died in a strange place / Near no accustomed hand; / And they had nailed the boards above her face, / The peasants of that land, / Wondering to lay her in that solitude, / And raised above her mound / A cross they had made out of two bits of wood, / And planted cypress round; / And left her to the indifferent stars above / Until I carved these words: / She was more beautiful than thy first love, / But now lies under boards.