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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.
 
Never a flower be near me set,        5
Nor starry cup nor slender stem,
Anemone nor violet,
Lest my poor dust remember them.
 
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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