John A. Hammond
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I Would Have Rest
I would have rest now, and when the years progressing
Show with star-peopled sky the hour is late,
Call me from trees and flowers and guessing.
Then, in the cool of evening, I shall close the garden gate. Eyes now are tired. Life gives small chance of sleeping,
Only a pull of movement against a patient death;
Yet I love the chaos in whose keeping
This mystic form of living is balanced on a breath. I but a germ, yet fashioned of His reason
With feet of dreaming where no feet have been.
To weep, to laugh I know, and in due season
After the end of ...