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We plant pale flowers beside the tomb, And love to see them droop and fade; For every leaf that sheds its bloom Seems like a natural tribute paid.

Thus Nature soothes the grief she shares: What are the flowers we hold most dear? The one whose haunted beauty wears The sign of human thought or tear.

Why hold the violet and rose A place within the heart, denied To fairer foreign flowers, to those To earlier memories allied?

Like those frail leaves, each restless thought Fluctuates in my weary mind; Uncertain tree! my fate was wrought In the same loom where thine was twined.

And thus from other trees around Did I still watch the aspen tree, Because in its unrest I found Somewhat of sympathy with me. L. E. L.