• i dreamed that one had died in a strange place
    near no accustomed hand,
    and they had nailed the boards above her face
    the peasant of the land
    and wondering planted by her solitude
    a cypress adn a yew
    i come and wrote upon a cross of wood
    man had no more to do
    she was more beautiful than thy first love,
    this lady by the trees
    and gazed upon the mournful stars above,
    and heard the mournful breeze

    i dreamed that one had died in a strange place (part 2 )
    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 crypress round;
    and left her to the indifferent stars above
    untill i carved these words
    she was more beutiful they thy first love,
    but now lies under boards