Poem – Requiescat 

Fair is her cottage in its place,
Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides.

It sees itself from thatch to base

Dream in the sliding tides. 
And fairer she, but ah how soon to die!

Her quiet dream of life this hour may cease.

Her peaceful being slowly passes by

To some more perfect peace. 

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