Where I have lost, I softer tread


Where I have lost, I softer tread
I sow sweet flower from garden bed
I pause above that vanished head
And mourn.

Whom I have lost, I pious guard
From accent harsh, or ruthless word
Feeling as if their pillow heard,
Though stone!

When I have lost, you’ll know by this
A Bonnet black A dusk surplice
A little tremor in my voice Like this!

Why, I have lost, the people know
Who dressed in flocks of purest snow
Went home a century ago
Next Bliss!


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Where I have lost, I softer tread