Behold, the grave of a wicked man, 
And near it, a stern spirit. 

There came a drooping maid with violets, 
But the spirit grasped her arm. 
"No flowers for him," he said. 
The maid wept: 
"Ah, I loved him." 
But the spirit, grim and frowning: 
"No flowers for him." 

Now, this is it -- 
If the spirit was just, 
Why did the maid weep?