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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE STRANGER'S GRAVE, by EMILY LAWLESS Poet's Biography
First Line: Little feet too young and soft to walk
Last Line: Little faded grass-tufts, root and stalk.
First Line: Little feet too young and soft to walk
Last Line: Little faded grass-tufts, root and stalk.
LITTLE feet too young and soft to walk,
Little lips too young and pure to talk,
Little faded grass-tufts, root and stalk.
I lie alone here, utterly alone,
Amid pure ashes my wild ashes mingle;
A drowned man, with a name, unknown,
A drifting waif, flung by the drifting shingle.
Oh, plotting brain, and restless heart of mine,
What strange fate brought you to so strange a shrine?
Sometimes a woman comes across the grass,
Bare-footed, with pit-patterings scarcely heard,
Sometimes the grazing cattle slowly pass,
Or on my turf sings loud some mating bird.
Oh, plotting brain, and restless heart of mine,
What strange fate brought you to so strange a shrine?
Little feet too young and soft to walk,
Little lips too young and pure to talk,
Little faded grass-tufts, root and stalk.
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