English Poetry III: From Tennyson to Whitman.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Matthew Arnold
701. Requiescat
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And never a spray of yew.
In quiet she reposes:
Ah! would that I did too.
She bathed it in smiles of glee.
But her heart was tired, tired,
And now they let her be.
In mazes of heat and sound.
But for peace her soul was yearning,
And now peace laps her round.
It flutter’d and fail’d for breath.
To-night it doth inherit
The vasty hall of Death.