But the rose's heart said to my heart, 
    "Your grief, dear, tell it to me." 
And my heart said to the rose's heart, 
    "It is dead, dear, dead. Let be." 
 
I know that grief always knows her dead 
    And answers or where or when; 
But O, the wonder! The red rose said, 
    "The dead, dear, they rise again. 

"I thought me dead on the pavement there, 
    Then you laid me to your face; 
I felt the warmth of your eyes and hair,^__
    See, I breathe in Easter space !"

^__Hannah Rea Woodman.