O Earth lie heavily upon her eyes; | a | ||||
Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth. | b | ||||
Lie close around her, leave no room for mirth | b | ||||
With its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs. | a | ||||
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She hath no questions, she hath no replies, | a | |||
Hushed in and curtained with a blessed dearth | b | ||||
Of all that irked her from her hour of birth; | b | ||||
With stillness that is almost Paradise. | a | ||||
Darkness more clear than noon-day holdeth her, | c | ||||
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Silence more musical than any song; | d | |||
Even her very heart hath ceased to stir; | c | ||||
Until the morning of Eternity | e | ||||
Her rest shall not begin nor end, but be, | e | ||||
And when she wakes she will not think it long. | d | ||||
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