I went to dig a grave for Love,
But the earth was so stiff and cold
That, though I stove through the bitter night,
I could not break the mould.
And I said: “Must he lie in my house in state,
And stay in his wonted place?
Must I have him with me another day,
With that awful change in his face?”
From: http://www.lehigh.edu/~dek7/SSAWW/writ19CenAldri.htm
Date: 1889
By: Anne Reeve Aldrich (1866-1892)
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