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.