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Pilgrimage To The Past.
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Pilgrimage To The Past.

I pushed aside the braken
From your lonely grave,
And peered at the tombstone
Blackened with age.
Long have I sought you!
-I who bear your name.

I know you not - and yet
I am a part of you.
'Your tinkling laugh
Or soft sweet smile?
A feminity that has small space
In this modern raucous while.

Dearest Jane - Greatgrandmother
Who died so young - at twentyfour.
Said 'fair of face and gentle way',
What would you find in me - of You
Were you but here, in this my day! ..

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I think you unfold the drama and emotion of this poem skillfully.
Oh, that's a very nice one Cecilia, quite sad, perhaps a bit weepy at the end, but sweet. Sincerely Ernestine