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First Line: Grave by grave and cross by cross, / here are row upon row
Last Line: All the rows are now full.
Subject(s): Death; Love; Dead, The


GRAVE by grave and cross by cross,
Here are row upon row,
Where, in my heart's garden wide,
Flowers bright I oft strow.

But amid them lay one space,
For a long time left free,
Where, upon a golden bush,
My dear love might throned be.

But to-day the tempest fierce
Hath with chilling blast come.
Tearless have I now borne forth
Love unto its last home.

Tremble not, thou feeble hand,
Coward heart upholding;
Firmly grasp the winding-sheet,
Thy life's love enfolding!

Dig thou deep, -- then will no ear
Catch the low lamenting,
Which might other sleepers rouse,
Their repose preventing.

Slumber there, O love and joy!
Hoot on, boding horned owl!
Henceforth I shall shrink no more, --
All the rows are now full.





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