Beneath this root one finds another
And so the layers of time press down
Make mud of us all as down we seep.
But do no read your graveyard stone;
You are more than blood and bone.
Up your soul like a fairy flies
And paints its Heaven on the skies.
- Laura Whitcomb
In the novel Under the Light by Laura Whitcomb, this poem is presented as a piece written by a character. Highlight the rest of this line to discover the identity of the character: (Helen's first host.)
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