Blanche Edith Baughan

(16 January 1870 - 20 August 1958 / Putney / Surrey)

God's Acre - Poem by Blanche Edith Baughan

’NEATH the spiring of spruces
Above the blue sea,
Lo, a field of white crosses,
A garden of grief!
—And a riot of roses,
Of red and white roses,
Rich Death! all in blossom,
Fair Loss! all in leaf.
Aye, their warm cherub-cheeks
To cold marble they press;
With sweet summer-kisses
Dead names they caress;
Yon tomb, see, all garlands,
All roses this cross!
—So breathe, my lamenting!
So bloom, O my loss!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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