WhereIhavelost,Isoftertread

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, youll 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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