Green Coverlet, The Poem by Ina D. Coolbrith

Green Coverlet, The



It holds all things at last. Above it breathe
The lotos-balms from lethal blossoms shaken,
That spell to sleep; but they who lie beneath
Dream not, nor ever waken.

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Ina D. Coolbrith

Ina D. Coolbrith

Nauvoo, Illinois (Josephine D. Smith)
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