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Somewhere

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox


Somewhere there is a spot of ground,
Covered with grass, or snow, may-be,
That one day will be spaded 'round
And dug up to make room for me.

And I unconsciously have trod,
Perhaps, and so again may tread
Upon the very voiceless sod,
That will be roof above my head.

Somewhere upon the earth to-day
Are dwelling men, who yet shall spade
And cut and dig the earth away,
Until my narrow house is made.

Perchance they have clasped hands with me;
Those hands that, after I am dead,
Shall measure me so reverently,
To find how long to make my bed.

How strangely, solemn thoughts like these
Will come, when life seems blithe and gay;
Like voices of the passing breeze,
Saying All things must pass away.

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Shells

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Copyright 1873
Published by Hauser & Storey, Milwaukee

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