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The Color of the Grave is Green-
The Outer Grave-I mean-
You would not know it from the Field-
Except it own a Stone-

To help the fond-to find it-
Too infinite asleep
To stop and tell them where it is-
But just a Daisy-deep-

The Color of the Grave is white-
The outer Grave-I mean-
You would not know it from the Drifts-
In Winter-till the Sun-

Has furrowed out the Aisles-
Then-higher than the Land
The little Dwelling Houses rise
Where each-has left a friend-

The Color of the Grave within-
The Duplicate-I mean-
Not all the Snows could make it white-
Not all the Summers-Green-

You've seen the Color-maybe-
Upon a Bonnet bound-
When that you met it with before-
The Ferret-cannot find-