MORE GRAVE FASCINATIONS

Here is the second (and shorter) poem that was written on that tombstone. I will give the information I know about it, which is very little. The woman's name (I assume both poems are for her) is Grace Giselman Daniels. Her husband's name is Cabot Daniels. I am assuming that he wrote these for her, but I'm not sure. I would like to find out because I would like to read anything else written by this poet.

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I throw the rose on her, the fairest I know,-

In useless words! These verses are her rose,

Forever dumb and soundless to her now,

Where she lies deaf in death's defaced repose.

She will not know that I threw on her grave

This word made rose: she will not feel it fall.

She will not see I plowed the stone and gave

her name and heart their due, till time plow all.

Ye must I do it, and must she forgive

If I fall short, knowing my mortal want.

Yet,-If forgive? Why, then,-then, must she live,

To hear! -Ah me! I know not! May I vaunt

My soul so far: Perforce, I must prefer

This rose, so dark with death, so bright with her.

Beyond a certain point words cannot go:

And with the sun, or lustrous brush, to trace.

With any pigment purchased here below.

Her unrepeatable, unsistered face

Were blind unanswered toil: -But if a flower

Grew like a heart, of that conceive it made.

Those high-piled locks Titania gave in dower

For beauty's roof, her curving brows to shade.

Will look on me no.