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Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.

White Roses

Ernest Rhys (1859–1946)

NO sleep like hers, no rest,

In all the earth to-night:

Upon her whiter breast

Our roses lie so light.

She had no sins to lose,

As some might say;

But calmly keeps her pale repose

Till God’s good day.