Poems (Taylor)/Requiescat
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REQUIESCAT
I digged thy grave in my memory
Years ago,—oh! years ago!—
And for oblivion over thee
The poppies grow, the poppies grow.
But still, when Hesperus is high,
Pansies for thoughts I drop thereby,
And let them lie, and let them lie,
Since from thy bitter I drew sweet.
Yet are the pansies at thy feet,
The pansies pale thy head above
Not sown of Love, not sown of Love.
Years ago,—oh! years ago!—
And for oblivion over thee
The poppies grow, the poppies grow.
But still, when Hesperus is high,
Pansies for thoughts I drop thereby,
And let them lie, and let them lie,
Since from thy bitter I drew sweet.
Yet are the pansies at thy feet,
The pansies pale thy head above
Not sown of Love, not sown of Love.