REQUIES.O IS it death or lifeThat sounds like something strangely knownIn this subsiding out of strife,This slow sea-monotone?A sound, scarce heard through sleep,Murmurous as the August beesThat fill the forest hollows deepAbout the roots of trees.O is it life or death,O is it hope or memory,That quiets all things with this breathOf the eternal sea?
O IS it death or lifeThat sounds like something strangely knownIn this subsiding out of strife,This slow sea-monotone?
A sound, scarce heard through sleep,Murmurous as the August beesThat fill the forest hollows deepAbout the roots of trees.
O is it life or death,O is it hope or memory,That quiets all things with this breathOf the eternal sea?