Tread lightly, she is near
 Under the snow,
 Speak gently, she can hear
 The daisies grow.

 All her bright golden hair
 Tarnished [bad word] 
 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.