Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | II. Rest Rest | By Christina Georgina Rossetti (18301894) |
| O EARTH, lie heavily upon her eyes; | |
Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth; | |
Lie close around her; leave no room for mirth | |
With its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs. | |
She hath no questions, she hath no replies, | 5 |
Hushd in and curtaind with a blessèd dearth | |
Of all that irkd her from the hour of birth; | |
With stillness that is almost Paradise. | |
Darkness more clear than noon-day holdeth her, | |
Silence more musical than any song; | 10 |
Even her very heart has ceased to stir: | |
Until the morning of Eternity | |
Her rest shall not begin nor end, but be; | |
And when she wakes she will not think it long. | | | |
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