[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.