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    Requiescat

    by Oscar Wilde
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    Tread 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.

    AVIGNON
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