Hush child! Be still and give thy fingers rest, Thine eyes the darkness, and thy lips that press Hard on the lips of life with fierce caress, Ease from their hunger and thy guideless quest. Ask of the vacant eyes and stirless breast Of life's last angel, pale Forgetfulness, Peace and release from thought's eternal stress: She, of life's violent, fervent Gods, is best. Peace child! Beneath her hand the fretful flame Of long desire grows frail and faint as dream: The immediate life is alien to despair. Held on her heart seem life and death the same, And nothing is at all and all things seem, And if life dies thou shalt not even care! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 13 by JAMES JOYCE TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN |