| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | IX. The Sadness of It
Requiescat | | By Rosamund Marriott Watson (1860–1911) |
| | | BURY me deep when I am dead, | |
| Far from the woods where sweet birds sing; | |
| Lay me in sullen stone and lead, | |
| Lest my poor dust should feel the Spring. | |
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| Never a flower be near me set, | 5 |
| Nor starry cup nor slender stem, | |
| Anemone nor violet, | |
| Lest my poor dust remember them. | |
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| And you—wherever you may fare— | |
| Dearer than birds, or flowers, or dew— | 10 |
| Never, ah me, pass never there, | |
| Lest my poor dust should dream of you. | | | | |
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