REQUIESCAT
by: Matthew Arnold (1822-1888)
- TREW on
her roses, roses,
- And never a spray of yew.
- In quiet she reposes:
- Ah! would that I did too.
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- Her mirth the world required:
- She bathed it in smiles of glee.
- But her heart was tired, tired,
- And now they let her be.
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- Her life was turning, turning,
- In mazes of heat and sound.
- But for peace her soul was yearning,
- And now peace laps her round.
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- Her cabin'd, ample Spirit,
- It flutter'd and fail'd for breath.
- To-night it doth inherit
- The vasty hall of Death.
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