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Death in the wood,—
In the death-pale lips apart;
Death in a whiteness that curdled the blood,
Now black to the very heart:
The wonder by her was formed
Who stands supreme in power;
To show that life by the spirit comes
She gave us a soulless flower!
--
Indian Pipe, Stanza 4; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 391.

 

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