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 long night she stared into the dark,
      And knew she lied.


The Dead Faith
Fannie Heaslip Lea