A Slumber Poem by Nero CaroZiv

A slumber will my old, tattered spirit seal
I will have no human love, hate, grudge or fears
I will become a thing like any other thing on earth that cannot feel
Or hear the touch of rushing earthy years

Away from the roar of throng, motionless at eternal rest, no force
Under endless oblivion I will neither hear nor see
Rolled round in the dust of earth daily course
As in my early womb surrounded by rocks, stones and sands under a shady tree

By my bed a fountain runs from its rocky cave
It bursts forward to release itself: it bounces it breaks free
To be nimble, joyful as a silver wave
That pertly dances in the swinging sea

I may lie near a violet by a mossy rock
Half hidden from human roar and the human eye
So fair is the shining star under the night cloak
When only one is shinning and flickering in the sky

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