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WEARINESS.
Oh, still, and dumb, and silent earth,
Unlock thy dim and pulseless arms;
Wandering and weary from my birth,
I seek for refuge from life's storms.
Unlock thy dim and pulseless arms;
Wandering and weary from my birth,
I seek for refuge from life's storms.
For a dark shadow—not the grave's—
Has clasped the one I loved from me,
And winds have built their walls of waves,
Between us in the eternal sea.
Has clasped the one I loved from me,
And winds have built their walls of waves,
Between us in the eternal sea.
No flowery, sheltering nook have I,
Wherein to lay my weary head;
Nature's fair bosom is drawn dry,
While I am hungry and unfed.
Wherein to lay my weary head;
Nature's fair bosom is drawn dry,
While I am hungry and unfed.
Oh, for the dream of long ago,
When to my raptured eyes 't was given,
To see, in this wild world below,
Only a lower range of Heaven.
When to my raptured eyes 't was given,
To see, in this wild world below,
Only a lower range of Heaven.
And still, sometimes, the shadow lifts,
And through my soul a lost voice thrills,
What time the sunset's golden drifts
Come sweeping from the western hills.
And through my soul a lost voice thrills,
What time the sunset's golden drifts
Come sweeping from the western hills.
But, in the noontide's broader beam,
I see how well the shadows lie,
And, turning from the twilight dream,
I bow my face to earth and cry.
I see how well the shadows lie,
And, turning from the twilight dream,
I bow my face to earth and cry.
Borne down, and weary with the storms,
O, earth! receive me to thy breast,
Unlock thy dim and pulseless arms,
And cool this burning heart to rest.
O, earth! receive me to thy breast,
Unlock thy dim and pulseless arms,
And cool this burning heart to rest.
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