Driftwood am I, And oblivion seems like the sea That comes creeping, creeping Nearer to me.
Some day a wave Will pass all the others by, And come lapping, lapping To where I lie.
Then on the tide I shall be taken out to sea, Until nothing, nothing Is left of me.
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Death
Elfrida De Renne Barrow 1884-1970
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Graphic - Elihu Vedder 1836-1923












