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Lyric Poem · Death & Loss

Requiescat

by Oscar Wilde · 1881

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.

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Quick facts

Poem
Requiescat
Poet
Oscar Wilde
Published
1881
Length
21 lines
Form
Lyric Poem, Elegy
Themes
Death & Loss, Grief, Short

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Shape
21 lines · 6 stanzas of 1–4 lines
Line length
Lines run 4-6 syllables (median 5). No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.

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Author record
Oscar Wilde1854–1900
Source record
WikisourceRequiescat by oscar-wilde, Wikisource transcription
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Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
Publication record
1881
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SHA-256 60164525bd950ba9
Editorial handling
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