Poem of the Week

Poem of the Week: 15 – 21 December

REQUIESCAT by: Oscar Wilde Read 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,… Continue reading Poem of the Week: 15 – 21 December