Life's Burying-Ground.
My graveyard holds no once-loved human forms, Grown hideous and forgotten, left alone, But every agony my heart has known, - The new-born trusts that died, the drift of storms. I visit every day the shadowy grove; I bury there my outraged tender thought; I bring the insult for the love I sought, And my contempt, where I had tried to love.
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"My graveyard holds no once-loved human forms,..."
This evocative piece by Rose Hawthorne Lathrop, titled "Life's Burying-Ground.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...