By yon still river, where the wave
Is winding slow at evening's close,
The beech, upon a nameless grave,
Its sadly-moving shadow throws.
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A situation like an unwanted arranged marriage, which turned out tragically for the woman,
who lies in the unnamed grave, mourned only by her elderly father. A magical poem to me.
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A situation like an unwanted arranged marriage, which turned out tragically for the woman, who lies in the unnamed grave, mourned only by her elderly father. A magical poem to me.