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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”