The Color of the Grave is Green by Emily Dickinson
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 --
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