elegy

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  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.
  
  there's no hearing my treasure
  no seeing my marten-breat
  no hearing her in the lane
  driving below the window
  chopping the wood by the stack
  clinking outside the cook-house:
  
  in the eart 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.