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Rest, rest - there is no rest, Until the quiet grave Comes with its narrow arch The heart to save From life's long cankering rust, From torpor, cold and still - The loveless, saddened dust, The jaded will. And yet, be far the hour Whose haven calls me home; Long be the arduous day Till evening come; What sureness now remains But that through livelong strife Only the loser gains An end to life? Then in the soundless deep Of even the shallowest grave Childhood and love he'll keep, And his soul save; All vext desire, all vain Cries of a conflict done Fallen to rest again; Death's refuge won.
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"Rest, rest - there is no rest,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Walter De La Mare delivers a powerful performance in "Home"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...