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- ITS clinging, mournful leaves, I said,
- Seem made to thatch a grave,
- Around the roots of cypress-trees
- Too deep in gloom for sun or breeze,
- I yet must fancy, scarce dreamt by thee
- It lives to mourn the dead.
- But when I kissed her name, I saw,
- Above the dear, dead maid,
- A starry flower of tender blue,
- A bit of heaven, shining through
- The leaves upon her grave!
- Margaret Deland
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