"The Poet's Corner..."

an excerpt from

"From the Grave"

ELLA WHEELER WILCOX

But now I know that there is no killing

A thing like Love, for it laughs at Death.

There is no hushing, there is no stilling

That which is part of your life and breath.

You may bury it deep, and leave behind you

The land, the people that knew your slain;

It will push the sods from its grave, and find you

On wastes of water or desert plain.