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AND I shall lie alone at last, / Clear of the stream that ran so fast, / And feel the flower roots in my hair, / And in my hands the roots of trees; / Myself wrapt in the ungrudging peace / That leaves no pain uncovered anywhere.
What -- this hope left? this way not barred? / This last best treasure without guard? / This heaven free -- no prayers to pay? / Fool -- are the Rulers of men asleep? / Thou knowest what tears They bade thee weep, / But, when peace comes, 'tis thou wilt sleep, not They.