by Christina Rossetti


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 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.
Christina Rossetti | Classic Poems

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