Inscribed … In red granite
As clearer thought as…
Anything—Scandinavian,
Or any other rests upon a grey lawn.
Anon, it circle's a silent grave
Where once stood a blue forest
A single pine tree does remain
etched within, its timeless rings.
Her poems 'Love & solitude' refrain...
Narrow is my circle and the ring of my thoughts
Go round my finger.
This is the scorned, nightingales, bark to sing…
But, laughing-back from her bluest-heights
A pine lark road in heaven is ringed.
Inscribed … In red granite
'Here - four of her last four lines.'
See here lies eternity's shore,
Here the stream rushes by,
And death plays in the bushes
The same simple melody.
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