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?