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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.