1) A moment into a sad lawn
A full round of one year is gone,
since you bade good bye to this earth green,
a farewell to the world woebegone.
There a tree with brown, barren twigs,
A sparrow twitters, dances, squeaks,
methinks it weaves a forlorn tale of sadness,
for a soul departed to a better abode,
deserting this body unkind and crude and rude,
for kind she was to her conscience sane and good.
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