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A Vision of Rest

Alexander Posey, 1873 - 1908

Some day this quest


Shall cease;
Some day,
For aye,
This heart shall rest
In peace.
SometimesofttimesI almost feel
The calm upon my senses steal,
So soft, and all but hear
The dead leaves rustle near
And sign to be
At rest with me.
Though I behold
The ashen branches tossing to and fro,
Somehow I only vaguely know
The wind is rude and cold.

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