Poem by Alfred Tennyson

Requiescat

Fair is her cottage in its place,
Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides.
It sees itself from thatch to base
Dream in the sliding tides.

And fairer she, but ah how soon to die!
Her quiet dream of life this hour may cease.
Her peaceful being slowly passes by
To some more perfect peace. 

1. In the Valley of Cauteretz
2. The Cock
3. The Lord of Burleigh
4. Epitaph on General Gordon
5. O True and Tried

Matthew Arnold Requiescat ("Strew on her roses, roses")

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