(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

They Dropped Like Flakes

They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the lune
A wind with fingers goes.

They perished in the seamless grass,--
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face

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...........beautiful and poignant, so sad to lose loved ones ★
RIP Sarah. I know that somewhere youre that wind with fingers, blowing across the June.