And thus _she_ would see him when she looked out upon the glad morning, and oh! would she drop one little tear upon his poor, lifeless form, would she heave one little sigh to see a bright young life so rudely blighted, so untimely cut down?
I així el trobaria ella quan mirés cap enfora, en l'alegre matí… i, oh!, qui sap si deixaria caure una llagrima damunt sa pobra figura sens vida, qui sap si exhalaria un petit sospir, en veure una vida jove i brillant tan rudement desfeta, tan immaturament dallada?