English Poetry III: From Tennyson to Whitman.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 701. Requiescat |
| | | Matthew Arnold (1822–1888) |
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| STREW on her roses, roses, | |
| And never a spray of yew. | |
| In quiet she reposes: | |
| Ah! would that I did too. | |
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| Her mirth the world required: | 5 |
| She bathed it in smiles of glee. | |
| But her heart was tired, tired, | |
| And now they let her be. | |
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| Her life was turning, turning, | |
| In mazes of heat and sound. | 10 |
| But for peace her soul was yearning, | |
| And now peace laps her round. | |
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| Her cabin’d, ample Spirit, | |
| It flutter’d and fail’d for breath. | |
| To-night it doth inherit | 15 |
| The vasty hall of Death. | |
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