| 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, |
| Hushed in and
curtained with a blessed dearth |
| Of all that
irked her from the hour of birth ; |
| With stillness that is almost Paradise. |
| Darkness more clear than noonday
holdeth her, |
| Silence more
musical than any song ; |
| Even her very heart has ceased to stir
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| 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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Christina Rossetti |
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[ A Birthday ] [ A Pause of Thought ] [ Marvel of Marvels ] [ Rest ] [ Echo ] [ Twice ] [ Aloof ] [ Uphill ] [ Remember ] [ Song ] [ Somewhere or Other ] |
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