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21
AT REST.
Make me in marble after I am dead;
Stretched out recumbent, just as I have lain;
That those who care may see me once again
Such as they knew me on my hard wheeled bed:
Stretched out recumbent, just as I have lain;
That those who care may see me once again
Such as they knew me on my hard wheeled bed:
Save that the motionless and marble head
Will never ache with hope for ever vain;
And down the marble limbs the waves of pain
Will never race, but all be peace instead.
Will never ache with hope for ever vain;
And down the marble limbs the waves of pain
Will never race, but all be peace instead.
And this be writ: The same blind silent weight
That moves the planets kept him on his back
And forced him in his misery to create.
That moves the planets kept him on his back
And forced him in his misery to create.
He lay for years upon a daily rack;
He grudged to none their freer, happier fate;
He hoped no heaven, nor deemed the world all black.
He grudged to none their freer, happier fate;
He hoped no heaven, nor deemed the world all black.
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