Childless.
Up to the little grave, with blossoms kept, They went together; and one hid her face, And spoke aloud the boy's dear name, and wept. The other woman stood apart a space. And prayed to God. "If only I," she said, "Might keep a grave, and mourn my little dead!"
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"Up to the little grave, with blossoms kept,..."
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