Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 30, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Requiescat

by Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900).

 

Requiescat

 

TREAD lightly, she is near

Under the snow,

Speak gently, she can hear

The daisies grow.

 

All her bright golden hair                       5

Tarnished with rust,

She that was young and fair

Fallen to dust.

 

Lily-like, white as snow,

She hardly knew                                     10

She was a woman, so

Sweetly she grew.

 

Coffin-board, heavy stone,

Lie on her breast,

I vex my heart alone,                             15

She is at rest.

 

Peace, peace, she cannot hear

Lyre or sonnet,

All my life’s buried here,

Heap earth upon it.                                20

 

Notes:

http://www.mr-oscar-wilde.de/about/w/requiescat.htm

http://www.online-literature.com/wilde/

http://www.cmgww.com/historic/wilde/


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