Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel
Dying - Poem by Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel
They are waiting on the shore
For the bark to take them home;
They will toil and grieve no more;
The hour for release hath come.
All their long life lies behind,
Like a dimply blending dream;
There is nothing left to bind
To the realms that only seem.
They are waiting for the boat,
There is nothing left to do;
What was near them grows remote,
Happy silence falls like dew;
Now the shadowy bark is come,
And the weary may go home.
By still water they would rest,
In the shadow of the tree;
After battle sleep is best,
After noise tranquillity.
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