Life's Burying-Ground Poem by Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
Life's Burying-Ground
My graveyard holds no once-loved human forms,
Grown hideous and forgotten, left alone,
But every agony my heart has known,-
The new-born trusts that died, the drift of storms.
I visit every day the shadowy grove;
I bury there my outraged tender thought;
I bring the insult for the love I sought,
And my contempt, where I had tried to love.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
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