Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Rest

O 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 noon-day 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.
--Christina Rossetti

From Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

A Beautiful and Biblical picture of death...
Even so come Lord Jesus!

C. Marie Byars said...

I second that thought. And thanks for visiting!!!