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ON A GRAVE IN THE FOREST, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Hush, gentle stranger. Here lies one asleep
Last Line: The gentlest kindliest creature made by god.
Subject(s): Graves; Tombs; Tombstones


HUSH, gentle stranger. Here lies one asleep
In the tall grass whom we must not awaken.
For see, the wildest winds hush here and keep
Silence for her and not a leaf is shaken,
Lest she should wake and find herself forsaken.
Close to my feet aweary did she creep
And slept, and she is sweetly still mistaken
Deeming I stand by her and watch her sleep.
—Hush, gentle stranger! One as gentle lies
In this poor grave, and weep before you go
For one who knew no weeping, yet abode
Among our human sorrows and was wise
With tenderer sympathy than tears can show,
The gentlest kindliest creature made by God.





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