Tread lightly, she is near under the snow, speak gently, she can hear the daisies grow. Coffin-board, heavy stone, lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone, she is at rest. Peace, peace, she can't hear lyre or sonnet, all my life's buried here, heap earth upon it.
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