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Latosha Underwood
September 5, 1987-February 1, 1998
DEAD
by Will Carleton (1871)
Dead--is she dead?
Has her last mortal word been said?
Has her last precious breath been drawn-
Her soul to join the angels gone?
They tell me, pitying, its is so;
I can not doubt their looks of woe;
And yet, I can not make it seem
That she is dead! 'tis as a dream;
That hard, dull vision of a night;
Ready at morn to take its flight,
Yet mingled with a dreadful fear
That the glad morn may ne'er be here.
She lies within the narrow case
That holds her in its close embrace;
Her head with blooming garlands dressed,
Her white hands folded on her breast;
While her pale cheek in color vies
With the long lashes of her eyes.
But oh, that smile upon her face!
That smile which I have loved so long-
