SEEMS it so sad and strange That in the world's wide range Hearts vexed by toil and change Find not repose? Man, thou art but a guest! Earth spreads for thee her best; Her rarest to thy quest She will disclose: Yet has she never heard, Never, of one soft word; No faery bee or bird Sets it to song: @3Rest@1 is the word, and lo! To some sweet Long-ago, All of it thou dost know Can but belong. Could fierce winds teach it thee? Could the inconstant sea? Could soft play o'er the lea Of glancing beam? Moon and stars know it not: Even men have forgot The dear lore of past lot, In life's sad dream. But that kind Seraphs flit Round thee to whisper it, Would not false Sense outwit Memory's truth? But for the spirit's fire, But for the heart's desire, But that Earth's pleasures tire Even fresh youth. Seek it here, if thou must, 'Mid strife, and loss, and rust, To find in mortal dust Earth's only rest! Seek it in Bliss of old, Glory to be retold; And find a God will fold Thee to His breast! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLORS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET PUSSY-WILLOW TIME by ROBERT FROST THE MEASURE OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN THE CORNUCOPIA OF RED AND GREEN COMFITS by AMY LOWELL |