The poem
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Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.
All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust.
Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew.
Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone, She is at rest.
Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life's buried here, Heap earth upon it.
AVIGNON
I have read in Oscar Wilde biographies that this poem was written for his sister who had died when she was very young.
Very powerful and touching. This poem jumped out to me and inspired real emotion. Oscar Wilde--none reach his greatness.
Literature
I have read in Oscar Wilde biographies&thepoem REQUIESCAT that this poem was written for his young sister who was died at her ages 10.Also the poem is elagic.
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My mother died young (25) when I was a baby. This poem never fails to bring tears to my eyes.
Kathleen United States...born in Ireland