Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,
When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,
Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,
But never will be sung to us again,
Is thy remembrance. Now the hour of rest
Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling; it is best.
Delia
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Delia Marheineke: Having never heard of it before, I naturally find this poem enchanting, and may ask for it to be said at my funeral.
Given that I am a published poet myself, I had only ever read the famous narrative poem Hiawatha, written by Longfellow. Thank you.
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