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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.

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crb 2080 27 April 2015

xThis peom is a favorite.

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Bill Galvin 27 April 2015

A simple, and poignant, graveside piece that speaks for anyone dealing with the loss of a loved one.

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Heaven Jackson 27 April 2015

this is the best poem i ever read! it got some heart

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John Richter 27 April 2015

This brings such familiarity with it, such human-ness pours from it, loss, grief, love unspoken.... My mother passed 40 years ago and not a day goes by that the root of this poem, its essence has not wrenched from my soul... Life goes on, as they say, as do the years. But not really. How intensely beautifully Mr. Wilde described this part of us.

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Jenevieve Larcombe 02 August 2011

My favourite of his.

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