Requiescat - Chalice
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
