A Reverie [`”O Songs!” I Said:’]
“O Songs!” I said:
“Stop sounding in my soul
Just for a little while and let me sleep,
Resting my head on the breast
Of Silence;” but the rhythmic roll
Of a thousand songs swept on and on,
And a far Voice said:
“When thou art dead
Thy restless heart shall rest.”
And the songs will never let me sleep.
I plead with them; but o’er the deep
They still will roll
On, and on, and on,
Their music never gone.
Ah! world-tired soul!
Just for a little while,
Just like a poor, tired child
Beneath its Mother’s smile —
Only to fall asleep!
Silence! be mother to me!
But — No! No! No!
The waves will ebb and flow.
I wonder is it best
To never, never rest
Down on the shores of this strange Below?