 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
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PEACE
I
When rose-leaves 'neath the rose-bush lieAnd lilies bloom and lilacs die,
When days fall sadder than a sigh,
Lay me asleep;
Where breezes blow the rose-leaves by,
Lay me asleep.
II
When to the dusty, dreary dayNo lonely cloud brings cooling gray,
And languidly the tree-tops sway
And flowers there,
Come thou as silently and pray
As flowers there.
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III
Then pass as softly: shed no tearNor flaw with sighs the peace that 's here;
The pallid silence, far and near,
So weary grown;
Nor bring the world to jar the ear
So weary grown.
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