Paul Laurence Dunbar - To A Violet Found On All Saint's Day lyrics

Belated wanderer of the ways of spring, Lost in the chill of grim November rain, Would I could read the message that you bring And find in it the antidote for pain. Does some sad spirit out beyond the day, Far looking to the hours forever dead, Send you a tender offering to lay Upon the grave of us, the living dead? Or does some brighter spirit, unforlorn, Send you, my little sister of the wood, To say to some one on a cloudful morn, 'Life lives through d**h, my brother, all is good?' With meditative hearts the others go The memory of their dead to dress anew. But, sister mine, bide here that I may know, Life grows, through d**h, as beautiful as you.