Oh, 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:
Until the morning of eternity
Her rest shall not begin nor end,
but be;
And when she wakes, she will not
think it long.
--Christina
Rosetti
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