WHERE is the haunt of Peace, The place of all release— Tell me, O Wind, the House of sweet repose? "Night's dusky tent is spread For tired heart and head, And very fragrant is Night's orchard-close." What of the soundless deep, Those shining plains of Sleep Whence the adventurer returns no more? "Sleep is a golden sea, With billows great and free, But still they bear the swimmer back to shore." Nay, tell me farther yet, Where no swift waters fret, Where rose and violet Engarland not, nor ever blooms the May— Tell me, O Wind, for you must know the way. "Death's black pavilion stands In the Unshapen Lands, And in Death's garden all the flowers are grey" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: REV. PERCY FERGUSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PEOPLE'S SURROUNDINGS by MARIANNE MOORE TO BE LIKED BY YOU WOULD BE A CALAMITY by MARIANNE MOORE |