Sometimes we feel so spent for want of rest,
We have no thought beyond. I know to-day,
When tired of bitter lips and dull delay
With faithless words, I cast mine eyes upon
The shadows of a distant mountain-crest,
And said "That hill must hide within its breast
Some secret glen secluded from the sun.
Oh, mother Nature! would that I could run
Outside to thee; and, like a wearied guest,
Half blind with lamps, and sick of feasting, lay
An aching head on thee. Then down the streams
The moon might swim, and I should feel her grace,
While soft winds blew the sorrows from my face,
So quiet in the fellowship of dreams."
Rest
Henry Kendall
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Poem topics: moon, mother, nature, sick, sometimes, sun, head, face, hide, mountain, blind, secret, bitter, tired, soft, quiet, thought, swim, delay, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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