by Oscar Wilde Tread lightly, she is nearUnder the snow,Speak gently, she can hearThe daisies grow.All her bright golden hairTarnished with rust,She that was young and fairFallen to dust.Lily-like, light as snow,She hardly knewShe was a woman, soSweetly she grew.Coffin-bound, heavy snow,Lie on her breast,I vex my heart alone,She is at rest.Peace, Peace, she cannotContinue reading “Requiescat”
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Friends Departed
by Henry Vaughan They are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit ling’ring here; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear. It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest After the sun’s remove. I seeContinue reading “Friends Departed”
Robin's Nest 