The peace of a wandering sky,
Silence, only the cry
Of the crickets, suddenly Still,
A bee on the window-sill,
A bird’s wing, rushing and soft,
Three flails that tramp in the loft,
Summer murmuring
Some sweet, slumberous thing,
Half asleep; but thou, cease,
Heart, to hunger for peace,
Or, if thou must find rest,
Cease to beat in my breast.
(Arthur Symons)
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