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The gravestones show in long array,
Though white, or green with moss,
How linked in Life and Death are they—
The Shamrock and the Cross.

The Gravestones face the Golden East,
And in the morn they take
The blessing of the Great High Priest,
Before the living wake.

Who was she? Never ask her name;
Her beauty and her grace
Have passed, with her poor little shame,
Into the Silent Place.

In Avonaise, in Avonaise,
Where all is dead and done,
The folk who rest there all their days
Care not for moon or sun.

They care not, when the living pass,
Whether they sigh or smile;
They hear above their graves the grass
That sighs—"A little while!"

A white stone marks her small green bed—
With "Anna" and "Adieu".
Madonna Mary, rest her head
On your dear lap of blue!