Love's Burial [Let us clear a little space]

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Title:     Love's Burial [Let us clear a little space]
Author: Ella Wheeler Wilcox [More Titles by Wilcox]

Let us clear a little space,
And make Love a burial-place.

He is dead, dear, as you see,
And he wearies you and me.

Growing heavier, day by day,
Let us bury him, I say.

Wings of dead white butterflies,
These shall shroud him, as he lies

In his casket rich and rare,
Made of finest maiden-hair.

With the pollen of the rose
Let us his white eyelids close.

Put the rose thorn in his hand,
Shorn of leaves--you understand.

Let some holy water fall
On his dead face, tears of gall -

As we kneel to him and say,
"Dreams to dreams," and turn away.

Those gravediggers, Doubt, Distrust,
They will lower him to the dust.

Let us part here with a kiss -
You go that way, I go this.

Since we buried Love to-day
We will walk a separate way.

[The end]
Ella Wheeler Wilcox's poem: Love's Burial

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