| Poems by Women |
REQUIESCAT
Bury me deep when I am dead,
Far from the woods where sweet birds
sing;
Lap me in sullen stone and lead,
Lest my poor dust should feel the
Spring.
Never a flower be near me set,
Nor starry cup nor slender stem,
Anemone
nor violet,
Lest my poor dust remember them.
And you - wherever you may fare -
Dearer than birds, or flowers, or dew
-
Never, ah me, pass never there,
Lest my poor dust should dream of
you.
Rosamund Marriott Watson [1863-1911]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
