Poems (Craik)/In Memoriam
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EAVEN rest thee!We shall go about to-day In our festal garlands gay; Whatsoever robes we wear Not a trace of black be there. Well, what matters? none is seen On thy daisy covering green, Or thy pure white pillow, hid Underneath a coffin lid. Heaven rest thee!
IN MEMORIAM.
Oblit 1854.
EAVEN rest thee!We shall go about to-day In our festal garlands gay; Whatsoever robes we wear Not a trace of black be there. Well, what matters? none is seen On thy daisy covering green, Or thy pure white pillow, hid Underneath a coffin lid. Heaven rest thee!Heaven take thee!—Ay, heaven only. Sleeps beneath One who died a virgin death: Died so slowly, day by day, That it scarcely seemed decay, Till this lonely churchyard kind Opened,—and we left behind Nothing but a little dust;—Heaven is pitiful and just: Heaven take thee!
Heaven keep thee: Nevermore above the ground Be one relic of thee found: Lay the turf so smooth, we crave, None would guess it was a grave, Save for grass that greener grows, Or for wind that gentlier blows All the earth o'er, from this spot Where thou wert—and thou art not. Heaven keep thee!