Leave him now quiet by the way <br />To rest apart. <br />I know what draws him to the dust alway <br />And churns him in the builder's lime: <br />He has the fright of time. <br /> <br />I heard it knocking in his breast <br />A minute since; <br />His human eyes did wince, <br />He stubborned like the massive slaughter beast <br />And as a thing o'erwhelmed with sound <br />Stood bolted to the ground. <br /> <br />Leave him, for rest alone can cure— <br />If cure there be— <br />This waif upon the sea. <br />He is of those who slanted the great door <br />And listened—wretched little lad— <br />To what they said.<br /><br />Trumbull Stickney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leave-him-now-quiet-by-the-way/
