10.08.2014, 13:37
BEYOND THE MERIDIAN
A LITTLE rest, a little rest, O God!
Ere the long darkness shuts me from the day,
Let me have time to see the morning lay
Her lavish gold upon the hills and, shod
With purple, pass where vestal eve hath trod
The starry lanes of midnight. I would stay
A-near the cool and healing grass, and pray
As prays the violet from the mossy sod,
Taking the rain and sunshine as from Thee,
Scarce conscious that it asks, but glad withal
Simply to live. My tired soul would see
Green buds and fritillaries, and would call
For priest-like nature's benedicite,
Ere death's eclipse upon mine eyelids fall".
A LITTLE rest, a little rest, O God!
Ere the long darkness shuts me from the day,
Let me have time to see the morning lay
Her lavish gold upon the hills and, shod
With purple, pass where vestal eve hath trod
The starry lanes of midnight. I would stay
A-near the cool and healing grass, and pray
As prays the violet from the mossy sod,
Taking the rain and sunshine as from Thee,
Scarce conscious that it asks, but glad withal
Simply to live. My tired soul would see
Green buds and fritillaries, and would call
For priest-like nature's benedicite,
Ere death's eclipse upon mine eyelids fall".