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She made a little shadow-hidden grave,
The day Faith died;
Therein she laid it, heard the clod's sick fall
And smiled aside-
"If less I ask," tear-blind, she mocked, "I may
Be less denied."

She set a rose to blossom in her hair,
The day Faith died-
"Now glad," she said, "and free at last, I go,
And life is wide."
But through the long nights she stared into the dark,
And knew she lied.

The Dead Faith
- Fannie Lea

I love this poem...

I no longer can write so there for I do not.