To a Snail, in the Cemetery (verse)
Hay, Sara Henderson
To a Snail, in the Cemetery Across the cool stones, every day, He left a little silver track, And went his all-sufficient way, Wearing his house upon his back— Then, when at length it came to...
...To a Snail, in the Cemetery Across the cool stones, every day, He left a little silver track, And went his all-sufficient way, Wearing his house upon his back— Then, when at length it came to pass That the small tenant ceased to stir Shining thus whitely from the grass, Himself was his own sepulchre...
...Sara Henderson Hay...
Vol. 12 • May 1930 • No. 2
