Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
RequiescatOscar Wilde (18541900)
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Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
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Lyre or sonnet,
All my life ’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.