[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.