 | |
| Where sunless rivers weep | |
| Their waves into the deep, | |
| She sleeps a charmed sleep: | |
| Awake her not. | |
| Led by a single star, | |
| She came from very far | |
| To seek where shadows are | |
| Her pleasant lot. | |
| She left the rosy morn, | |
| She left the fields of corn, | |
| For twilight cold and lorn | |
| And water springs. | |
| Through sleep, as through a veil, | |
| She sees the sky look pale, | |
| And hears the nightingale | |
| That sadly sings. | |
| Rest, rest, a perfect rest | |
| Shed over brow and breast; | |
| Her face is toward the west, | |
| The purple land. | |
| She cannot see the grain | |
| Ripening on hill and plain; | |
| She cannot feel the rain | |
| Upon her hand. | |
| Rest, rest, for evermore | |
| Upon a mossy shore; | |
| Rest, rest at the heart's core | |
| Till time shall cease: | |
| Sleep that no pain shall wake; | |
| Night that no morn shall break | |
| Till joy shall overtake | |
| Her perfect peace. Christina Rosetti 1830-94 |
