Into the coffin laid her
They
Close her eyes yet
To the high heavens immense
She looked
White her dress
Unmoving save with a soft
Sad winnowing wind's caress
Into the coffin
In Earth and of the Earth
Yet not on Earth
They laid her
Where restlessness of life
Finds the plain unmoving level
In the face of the Earth
To the face of the Earth
At last
Mother!
At last!
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