Poems (Taylor)/Requiescat

For works with similar titles, see 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 aboveNot sown of Love, not sown of Love.
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