Rest
O spirit, O love, canst thou bestow on me —
Me who have wandered through the sable night
For lonely ages, — who have watched the flight
Of clouds from God's hand through eternity, —
Who saw the stars when they began to be, —
Who marked the first sun launch its golden light
Upon the stormy blue, — whose weary sight
Followed the breakers on the first grey sea: —
Canst thou, O love, O spirit, on me bestow
The one thing I am most in need of — Rest?
I'd give my very soul to end the quest
Eternal, agonizing, dark with woe.
Sorrow has been my bosom's inmost guest
Since Eden laughed in its first sunset's glow.
Me who have wandered through the sable night
For lonely ages, — who have watched the flight
Of clouds from God's hand through eternity, —
Who saw the stars when they began to be, —
Who marked the first sun launch its golden light
Upon the stormy blue, — whose weary sight
Followed the breakers on the first grey sea: —
Canst thou, O love, O spirit, on me bestow
The one thing I am most in need of — Rest?
I'd give my very soul to end the quest
Eternal, agonizing, dark with woe.
Sorrow has been my bosom's inmost guest
Since Eden laughed in its first sunset's glow.
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