There was a time hed lookd above his lot

There was a time hed lookd above his lot
& left his native place & murmurd not
But love had bound him — like to cain the first
Tho not by murder yet by fate accursd
He stood a statue while the maid did weep
Grief wakd within that outward seemd asleep.
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