English poem
Requiescat
by Rennell Rodd (1858–1941)
He had the poet's eyes, --Sing to him sleeping,-- Sweet grace of low replies, --Why are we weeping?
He had the gentle ways, --Fair dreams befall him!-- Beauty through all his days, --Then why recall him?--
That which in him was fair Still shall be ours: Yet, yet my heart lies there Under the flowers.
1881.