“Tread Lightly, she is nearUnder the snow,Speak gently, she can hearThe daisies grow.”

“RequiescatTread lightly, she is nearUnder the snow,Speak gently, she can hearThe daisies grow.All her bright golden hairTarnished with rust,She that was young and fairFallen to dust.Lily-like, white as snow,She hardly knewShe was a woman, soSweetly she grew.Coffin-board, heavy stone,Lie on her breast,I vex my heart aloneShe is at rest.Peace, Peace, she cannot hearLyre or sonnet,All my life’s buried here,Heap earth upon it.”

“She knew the snow and it carried her gently... She knew the land by heart.”

“Little Sally is beheading daisies on the drive... couldn't be more eloquent if she could speak...”

“She smiles and slips her arm through his. Her tread is light and bouncy and I can almost see the ghost of her cheerleader's ponytail bobbing at the back of her head.”

“So what's your second suggestion?""Tread lightly.""That's it? That's the best advice you can give me?""All right, tread very lightly.”