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Everything goes to its rest; / The hills are asleep in the noon; / And life is as still in its nest / As the moon when she looks on a moon / In the depth of a calm river's breast / As it steals through a midnight in June.
The streams have forgotten the sea / In the dream of their musical sound; / The sunlight is thick on the tree, / And the shadows lie warm on the ground, -- / So still, you may watch them and see / Every breath that awakens around.
The churchyard lies still in the heat, / With its handful of mouldering bone, / As still as the long stalk of wheat / In the shadow that sits by the stone, / As still as the grass at my feet / When I walk in the meadows alone.
The waves are asleep on the main, / And the ships are asleep on the wave; / And the thoughts are as still in my brain / As the echo that sleeps in the cave; / All rest from their labour and pain -- / Then why should not I in my grave?