Requiescat

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