Quote#Death
Death in the wood,—
Quote byElaine Goodale Eastman · 1863–1953
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Indian Pipe, Stanza 4; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 391..
English (original)
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!
— Elaine Goodale Eastman
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