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"O LONELY workman, standing there / In a dream, why do you stare and stare / At her grave, as no other grave there were?
"If your great gaunt eyes so importune / Her soul by the shine of this corpse-cold moon, / Maybe you'll raise her phantom soon!"
"Why, fool, it is what I would rather see / Than all the living folk there be; / But alas, there is no such joy for me!"
"Ah-she was one you loved, no doubt, / Through good and evil, through rain and drought, / And when she passed, all your sun went out?"
"Nay: she was the woman I did not love, / Whom all the others were ranked above, / Whom during her life I thought nothing of. "