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1Strew on her roses, roses,
2     And never a spray of yew!
3In quiet she reposes;
4     Ah, would that I did too!
5Her mirth the world required;
6     She bathed it in smiles of glee.
7But her heart was tired, tired,
8     And now they let her be.
9Her life was turning, turning,
10     In mazes of heat and sound.
11But for peace her soul was yearning,
12     And now peace laps her round.
13Her cabin'd, ample spirit,
14     It flutter'd and fail'd for breath.
15To-night it doth inherit
16     The vasty hall of death.