Elegy

Long evenings full on longing
 Low-spirited my mornings
 Full of longing too my nights
 And all times the bitterest
 'Tis my lovely I long for
 It is my darling I miss
 My black-browed one I grieve for
 Beneath the grass my treasure
 Under the sand my sweet one
 Beneath the grass my treasure
 Under the sand my sweet one
 There's no hearing my treasure
 No seeing my marten-breast
 No hearing her in the lane
 Driving below the window
 Chopping the wood by the stack
 Clinking outside the cook-house
 In the earth my berry lies
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 Beneath the grass my treasure
 Under the sand my sweet one
 Beneath the grass my treasure
 Under the sand my sweet one
 Long evenings full of longing
 Low-spirited my mornings
 Full of longing too my nights
 And all times the bitterest
 There's no hearing my treasure
 No seeing my marten-breast
 No hearing her in the lane
 Driving below the window
 Chopping the wood by the stack
 Clinking outside the cook-house
 In the earth my berry lies
 In the soil she's mouldering
 Under the sand my sweet one
 Beneath the grass my treasure
 The one I grieve for