[Lines by Christina Georgina Rossetti 1830-1894]
Thou sleepest where the lilies fade,
Thou dwellest where the lilies fade not:
Sweet, when thine earthly part decayed
Thy heavenly part decayed not.
Thou dwellest where the roses blow
The crimson roses bud and blossom:
While on thine eyes is heaped the snow —
The snow upon thy bosom.