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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=125081" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elizabeth Childers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=125081" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dust of my dust,	 <br>And dust with my dust,	 <br>O, child who died as you entered the world,	 <br>Dead with my death!	 <br>Not knowing Breath, though you tried so hard,	 <br>With a heart that beat when you lived with me,	 <br>And stopped when you left me for Life.	 <br>It is well, my child. For you never traveled	 <br>The long, long way that begins with school days,	 <br>When little fingers blur under the tears	 <br>That fall on the crooked letters.	 <br>And the earliest wound, when a little mate	 <br>Leaves you alone for another;	 <br>And sickness, and the face of Fear by the bed;	 <br>The death of a father or mother;	 <br>Or shame for them, or poverty;	 <br>The maiden sorrow of school days ended;	 <br>And eyeless Nature that makes you drink	 <br>From the cup of Love, though you know it’s poisoned;	 <br>To whom would your flower-face have been lifted?	 <br>Botanist, weakling? Cry of what blood to yours?—	 <br>Pure or foul, for it makes no matter,	 <br>It’s blood that calls to our blood.	 <br>And then your children—oh, what might they be?	 <br>And what your sorrow? Child! Child!	 <br>Death is better than Life!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters&d=Spoon+River+Anthology">Spoon River Anthology</a></em></div>