| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). An American Anthology, 17871900. 1900. |
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| 288. The Dead |
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| I SEE them,crowd on crowd they walk the earth, | |
| Dry leafless trees no autumn wind laid bare; | |
| And in their nakedness find cause for mirth, | |
| And all unclad would winters rudeness dare; | |
| No sap doth through their clattering branches flow, | 5 |
| Whence springing leaves and blossoms bright appear: | |
| Their hearts the living God have ceased to know | |
| Who gives the springtime to the expectant year. | |
| They mimic life, as if from Him to steal | |
| His glow of health to paint the livid cheek; | 10 |
| They borrow words for thoughts they cannot feel, | |
| That with a seeming heart their tongue may speak; | |
| And in their show of life more dead they live | |
| Than those that to the earth with many tears they give. | |
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