Rest, rest - there is no rest,
Until the quiet grave
Comes with its narrow arch
The heart to save
From life's long cankering rust,
From torpor, cold and still -
The loveless, saddened dust,
The jaded will.
And yet, be far the hour
Whose haven calls me home;
Long be the arduous day
Till evening come;
What sureness now remains
But that through livelong strife
Only the loser gains
An end to life?
Then in the soundless deep
Of even the shallowest grave
Childhood and love he'll keep,
And his soul save;
All vext desire, all vain
Cries of a conflict done
Fallen to rest again;
Death's refuge won.
Home
Walter De La Mare
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Poem topics: childhood, death, heart, home, evening, desire, soul, deep, narrow, cold, dust, quiet, fallen, Valentine's Day, strife, life, love, I love you, long, grave, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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