On Visiting My Baby's Grave

No words to say; no words to say;
I visited her little grave today.
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A stone in the grass so square and dry,
Whispers her name to a frigid sky.
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My heart’s desire lies still, lies deep,
So dear and small in a dreamless sleep.
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I come away; I come away;
Chilled and alone with no words to say.