Unrest
Comes there, O Earth, no breathing time for thee, No pause upon thy many-chequered lands? Now resting on my bed with listless hands I mourn thee resting not. Continually Hear I the plashing borders of the sea Answer each other from the rocks and sands! Troop all the rivers seawards; nothing stands, But with strange noises hasteth terribly! Loam-eared hyenas go a moaning by; Howls to each other all the bloody crew Of Afric's tigers! but, O men, from you Comes this perpetual sound more loud and high Than aught that vexes air! I hear the cry Of infant generations rising too!
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"Comes there, O Earth, no breathing time for thee,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, George MacDonald delivers a powerful performance in "Unrest"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...