"The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never any more the dead."

"The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never any more the dead."
Music, when soft voices die,Vibrates in the memory—Odours, when sweet violets sicken,Live within the sense they quicken.Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,Are heaped for the belovèd's bed;And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,Love itself shall slumber on. Considered a poetic fragment, I find these two verses by Shelley complete in their simplicity. Unlike …
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Image from Katie Schuermann's Website Author: Katie Schuermann Publisher: Concordia Publishing House Once again, I was blown away by Katie Schuermann's writing. Like the last book, this one was full of heart, suspense, and intense emotion. Best of all, it had a fulfilling end. I thought my heart would burst during the final pages. I …