REQUIESCAT

by: Oscar Wilde

      READ lightly, she is near
      Under the snow,
      Speak gently, she can hear
      The daisies grow.
       
      All her bright golden hair
      Tarnished with rust,
      She that was young and fair
      Fallen to dust.
       
      Lily-like, white as snow,
      She hardly knew
      She was a woman, so
      Sweetly she grew.
       
      Coffin-board, heavy stone,
      Lie on her breast,
      I vex my heart alone,
      She is at rest.
       
      Peace, peace, she cannot hear
      Lyre or sonnet,
      All my life's buried here,
      Heap earth upon it.

'Requiescat' is reprinted from An Anthology of Modern Verse. Ed. A. Methuen. London: Methuen & Co., 1921.

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