<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408337" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>James Lionel Michael</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BE HIS rest the rest he sought: <br> Calm and deep. <br>Let no wayward word or thought <br> Vex his sleep. <br>Peace—the peace that no man knows— <br> Now remains <br>Where the wasted woodwind blows, <br> Wakes and wanes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Latter leaves, in Autumn’s breath, <br> White and sere, <br>Sanctify the scholar’s death, <br> Lying here. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft surprises of the sun— <br> Swift, serene— <br>O’er the mute grave-grasses run, <br> Cold and green. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wet and cold the hillwinds moan; <br> Let them rave! <br>Love that takes a tender tone <br> Lights his grave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He who knew the friendless face <br> Sorrows shew, <br>Often sought this quiet place <br> Years ago. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One, too apt to faint and fail, <br> Loved to stray <br>Here where water-shallows wail <br> Day by day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Care that lays her heavy hand <br> On the best, <br>Bound him with an iron hand; <br> Let him rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life, that flieth like a tune, <br> Left his eyes, <br>As an April afternoon <br> Leaves the skies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Peace is best! If life was hard <br> Peace came next. <br>Thus the scholar, thus the bard, <br> Lies unvext. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Safely housed at last from rack— <br> Far from pain; <br>Who would wish to have him back? <br> Back again? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let the forms he loved so well <br> Hover near; <br>Shine of hill and shade of dell, <br> Year by year. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the wilful waifs that make <br> Beauty’s face, <br>Let them sojourn for his sake <br> Round this place. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flying splendours, singing streams, <br> Lutes and lights, <br>May they be as happy dreams: <br> Sounds and sights; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So that Time to Love may say, <br> “Wherefore weep? <br>Sweet is sleep at close of day! <br> Death is sleep.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408337" data-title="James Lionel Michael de Henry Kendall" data-description="BE HIS rest the rest he sought: Calm and deep. Let no wayward word or thought Vex his sleep. Peace—the peace that no man knows— Now remains Where the wasted woodwind blows, Wakes and wanes. Latter leaves, in Autumn’s breath, W..."></div> </div> </div>

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