African American Poetry (1870-1927): A Digital Anthology

John Frederick Matheus, "Requiem" (1927)

REQUIEM

She wears, my beloved, a rose upon her head.
Walk softly angels, lest your gentle tread
Awake her to the turmoil and the strife,
The dissonance and hates called life.
She sleeps, my beloved, a rose upon her head.
Who says she will not hear, that she is dead?
The rose will fade and lose its lovely hue,
But not, my beloved, will fading wither you.

Published in Caroling Dusk1927