Death & Dying
White Roses
From A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895, ed. Edmund Clarence Stedman (1895)
Death & Dying
No sleep like hers, no rest,
In all the earth to-night:
Upon her whiter breast
Our roses lie so light.
She had no sins to lose,
As some might say;
But calmly keeps her pale repose
Till God's good day.
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