Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Matthew Arnold. 18221888750. Requiescat
STREW on her roses, roses, | |
And never a spray of yew. | |
In quiet she reposes: | |
Ah! would that I did too. | |
Her mirth the world required: | 5 |
She bathed it in smiles of glee. | |
But her heart was tired, tired, | |
And now they let her be. | |
Her life was turning, turning, | |
In mazes of heat and sound. | 10 |
But for peace her soul was yearning, | |
And now peace laps her round. | |
Her cabin’d, ample Spirit, | |
It flutter’d and fail’d for breath. | |
To-night it doth inherit | 15 |
The vasty hall of Death. |