| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | II. Rest
Rest | | By Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830–1894) |
| | | 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 |
| Hush’d in and curtain’d with a blessèd dearth | |
| Of all that irk’d 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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