Daughter of Pinkney Lafayette Groome and Cora Murphy Broadfield
Wife of Joseph John Love, Jr.
Poem from Earth-Child, a book of poetry by Jane Ruth Groome Love:
When I Am Gone
Cover me not too sadly when I'm gone,
Then quickly go, but not with lowered head,
For if there has been beauty you have known
With me, it surely will survive the dead,
And mitigate your grief. You who have been
Of each respiring breath the sustenance
Hold still the sustenance of me within
You. Do not yield then, to the curious glance
Of those who could not understand a love
Not commonplace, small morsel for pity,
But bear my ashes alone to some trove
Of the wind. Let nothing of me remain
Save as you hold it, in your heart, your brain,
And sealed there with old love's tranquility.
Wife of Joseph John Love, Jr.
Poem from Earth-Child, a book of poetry by Jane Ruth Groome Love:
When I Am Gone
Cover me not too sadly when I'm gone,
Then quickly go, but not with lowered head,
For if there has been beauty you have known
With me, it surely will survive the dead,
And mitigate your grief. You who have been
Of each respiring breath the sustenance
Hold still the sustenance of me within
You. Do not yield then, to the curious glance
Of those who could not understand a love
Not commonplace, small morsel for pity,
But bear my ashes alone to some trove
Of the wind. Let nothing of me remain
Save as you hold it, in your heart, your brain,
And sealed there with old love's tranquility.
Daughter of Pinkney Lafayette Groome and Cora Murphy Broadfield
Wife of Joseph John Love, Jr.
Poem from Earth-Child, a book of poetry by Jane Ruth Groome Love:
When I Am Gone
Cover me not too sadly when I'm gone,
Then quickly go, but not with lowered head,
For if there has been beauty you have known
With me, it surely will survive the dead,
And mitigate your grief. You who have been
Of each respiring breath the sustenance
Hold still the sustenance of me within
You. Do not yield then, to the curious glance
Of those who could not understand a love
Not commonplace, small morsel for pity,
But bear my ashes alone to some trove
Of the wind. Let nothing of me remain
Save as you hold it, in your heart, your brain,
And sealed there with old love's tranquility.
Wife of Joseph John Love, Jr.
Poem from Earth-Child, a book of poetry by Jane Ruth Groome Love:
When I Am Gone
Cover me not too sadly when I'm gone,
Then quickly go, but not with lowered head,
For if there has been beauty you have known
With me, it surely will survive the dead,
And mitigate your grief. You who have been
Of each respiring breath the sustenance
Hold still the sustenance of me within
You. Do not yield then, to the curious glance
Of those who could not understand a love
Not commonplace, small morsel for pity,
But bear my ashes alone to some trove
Of the wind. Let nothing of me remain
Save as you hold it, in your heart, your brain,
And sealed there with old love's tranquility.
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