O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes; <br />Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth; <br />Lie close around her; leave no room for mirth <br />With its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs. <br />She hath no questions, she hath no replies, <br />Hush'd in and curtain'd with a blessed dearth <br />Of all that irk'd her from the hour of birth; <br />With stillness that is almost Paradise. <br />Darkness more clear than noonday holdeth her, <br />Silence more musical than any song; <br />Even her very heart has ceased to stir: <br />Until the morning of Eternity <br />Her rest shall not begin nor end, but be; <br />And when she wakes she will not think it long.<br /><br />Algernon Charles Swinburne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rest-24/
