Scattered Innocence

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,
Hush'd in and curtain'd with a blessed dearth
Of all that irk'd 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

 
 
 
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