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Sonnet.
O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes; / Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth; / Lie close around her; leave no room for mirth / With its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs. / She hath no questions, she hath no replies, / Hushed in and curtained with a blessed dearth / Of all that irked her from the hour of birth; / With stillness that is almost Paradise. / Darkness more clear than noonday holdeth her, / Silence more musical than any song; / Even her very heart has ceased to stir: / Until the morning of Eternity / Her rest shall not begin nor end, but be; / And when she wakes she will not think it long.