| 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 |