THE linnet in the rocky dells,
The moor-lark in the air,
The bee among the heather bells
That hide my lady fair:
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Exceptionally well-crafted writing that so precisely re-creates the peace and solitude of a wind-swept grave site, where mourning gives way to the ordinary transactions of continued living.
Her smiles of love! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This is Literature. The stuff we dream of writing ourselves. All these lines flow, all carry truth, and all impact us personally.