Rest (1980)

Deep in the meadow, down
Under thick trees,
Slumbering Summertime
Lies at ease.

Limbs of the shadows there
Stretch in the sun,
Languidly striving with
Sunrays spun.

Softer than silentness
Flowerbells ring;
Louder than puffballs
Not one thing.

Robin nor sparrow now
Chitter or peep;
Fast in the bushes
All things sleep.

Arrows of memory
Glide into peace;
Quietly, silently,
Sad things cease.

Light as a melody
Blown upon air,
Faint as a butterfly
(Oh, fly fair!),

Warm as the wind is
Over high grass,
Deep in serenity
All things pass.

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