She made a little shadow-hidden grave
The day Faith died.
Therein she laid it, heard the clods sick fall.
And smiled aside.
'If less I ask' tear blind she mocked.
'I may be less denied.
She set a rose to blossem in her hair
The day faith died.
'Now glad' she said' and free at last I go. And life is wide.
But through long nights she stared into the dark.
And knew she lied.