(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.