Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WHAT MATTERS IT?, by GEORGE FREDERICK CAMERON

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First Line: What reck we of the creeds of men?
Last Line: Shall all be still -- shall all be still!
Subject(s): Peace

WHAT reck we of the creeds of men?
We see them -- we shall see again.
What reck we of the tempest's shock?
What reck we where our anchor lock,
On golden marl or mould,
In salt-sea flower or riven rock,
What matter, so it hold?

What matters it the spot we fill
On Earth's green sod when all is said?
When feet and hands and heart are still
And all our pulses quieted?
When hate or love can kill nor thrill,
When we are done with life and dead?

So we be haunted night nor day
By any sin that we have sinned,
What matter where we dream away
The ages? In the isles of Ind,
In Tybee, Cuba, or Cathay,
Or in some world of winter wind?

It may be I would wish to sleep
Beneath the wan, white stars of June,
And hear the southern breezes creep
Between me and the mellow moon;
But so I do not wake to weep
At any night or any moon,

And so the generous gods allow
Repose and peace from evil dreams,
It matters little where or how
My couch be spread: by moving streams,
Or on some eminent mountain's brow
Kissed by the morn's or sunset's beams.

For we shall rest; the brain that planned,
That thought or wrought or well or ill,
At gaze like Joshua's moon shall stand,
Not working any work or will,
While eye and lip and heart and hand
Shall all be still -- shall all be still!

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