Let the weary world go round! <br />What care I? <br />Life's a surfeiting of sound: <br />I would die. <br />It would be so sweet to lie <br />Under waving grasses, <br />Where a maiden's footstep sly, <br />Tremulous for a lover nigh, <br />Sometimes passes. <br /> <br />Why, why remain? <br />Graves are the sovereign simples <br />Against life's pain; <br />Graves are the sheltering wimples <br />Against life's rain; <br />Graves are a mother's dimples <br />When we complain. <br /> <br />O Death! beautiful Death! <br />Why do they thee disfigure? <br />To me thy touch, thy breath, <br />Hath nor alarm nor rigour. <br />Thee do I long await; <br />I think thee very late; <br />I pine much to be going. <br />Others have gone before; <br />I hunger more and more <br />To know what they are knowing. <br /> <br />Heart, heart! be thou content! <br />Accept thy banishment; <br />Like other sorrows, life will end for thee. <br />Yet for a little while <br />Bear with this harsh exìle, <br />And Death will soften and will send for thee.<br /><br />Alfred Austin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-the-weary-world-go-round/
