Requiescat - Caprice

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