Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920.
Oscar Wilde18561900Requiescat
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Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.
Lie on her breast;
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.
Lyre or sonnet;
All my life’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.