Fair is her cottage in its place, <br />Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides. <br />It sees itself from thatch to base <br />Dream in the sliding tides. <br /> <br />And fairer she, but ah how soon to die! <br />Her quiet dream of life this hour may cease. <br />Her peaceful being slowly passes by <br />To some more perfect peace.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/requiescat-5/
