A CITY CHURCHYARD
Reading edition
Why liest here, when there are lands Filled with peace and beauties free? “Since my sleep contenteth me, Here do I fold my hands, Here upon my quiet breast, And here do rest.” But the long and sounding shore Calleth from afar; O hear! “I am void of any fear, Healed are my troubles sore; My feet sans motion are composed And mine eyes are closed.” 1916.