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Death's Flying Sickle Cuts the Flowers of Time
New England's old graveyards, burying-grounds, and epitaphs.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Under the elms
From Riverside Cemetery, Sunderland, MA:
She rests under the shade
of Elm trees
And the winter snows
that she loved.
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On the starry road
Under the elms
The chilling blast
The cheerful toiler
Sackcloth
O Death
Eternal solitude
The end of a personal history
No title
Angels watch the soft repose.
The dark pall of fate
The rolling waves
She hears the bells.
Death's arrow
No warning given
Swift the moments
His unhappy fate
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The grindstone
The foe that none can conquer.
Oh, to be young forever.
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