Strew on her roses, roses,
And never a spray of yew!
In quiet she reposes;
Ah, would that I did too!
-- Matthew Arnold (1822-1888)
-- Requiescat
And never a spray of yew!
In quiet she reposes;
Ah, would that I did too!
-- Matthew Arnold (1822-1888)
-- Requiescat
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