Re: analyzing "requiescat" by oscar wilde
Posted by:
Hugh Clary (---.denver-01rh15-16rt.co.dial-access.att.net)
Date: April 27, 2022 05:41PM
Requiescat: a prayer for the repose of the soul of a dead person
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.