Where I have lost, I softer tread --I sow sweet flower from garden bed --I pause above that vanished headAnd mourn.Whom I have lost, I pious guardFrom 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 knowWho dressed in flocks
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