Being Human Feel Mourning Sad ON PESHAWAR incident. Where sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, He sleeps a charmed sleep: Awake her not. Led by a single star, He came from very far To seek where shadows are His pleasant lot. He left the rosy morn, He left the fields of corn, For twilight cold and lorn And water springs. Through sleep, as through a veil, He sees the sky look pale, And hears the nightingale That sadly sings. Rest, rest, a perfect rest Shed over brow and breast; His face is toward the west, The purple land. He cannot see the grain Ripening on hill and plain; He cannot feel the rain Upon her hand. Rest, rest, for evermore Upon a mossy shore; Rest, rest at the hearts core Till time shall cease: Sleep that no pain shall wake; Night that no morn shall break Till joy shall overtake His perfect peace.
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 11:52:39 +0000
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