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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Epitaph

Alice Corbin

From “Songs from a Book of Airs”

EARTH, draw thy coverlet over my face,

For I am weary and would rest a space.

I’ve played at hide-and-seek among thy flowers,

And thou hast kindled me with sun and showers,

Hast fed and held me happy on thy knee,

And like a mother thou hast played with me:

Now I would sink upon thy breast—

Lift up thy coverlet and let me rest.