ACK! I totally forgot to mention that Ginny's death is from a poem by Amy Lowell called New Heavens For Old.
The last stanza goes like this:
But I -
I arrange three roses in a Chinese case:
A pink one,
A red one,
A yellow one.
I fuss over their arrangement.
Then I sit in a South window
And sip a pale wine with a touch of hemlock in it
And think of winter nights.
And field-mice crossing and re-crossing
The spot which will be my grave
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