PEACE AT NOON.

PEACE AT NOON.HERE there is peace, cool peace,Upon these heights, beneath these trees;Almost the peace of sleep or death,To wearying brain, to labouring breath.Here there is rest at last,A sweet forgetting of the past;There is no future here, nor aughtSave this soft healing pause of thought.

HERE there is peace, cool peace,Upon these heights, beneath these trees;Almost the peace of sleep or death,To wearying brain, to labouring breath.

Here there is rest at last,A sweet forgetting of the past;There is no future here, nor aughtSave this soft healing pause of thought.

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