Christina Rossetti: Rest

Rest

Sonnet

O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes;   Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth;   Lie close around her; leave no room for mirth With its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs. She hath no questions, she hath no replies,   Hushed in and curtained with a blessèd dearth   Of all that irked her from the hour of birth; With stillness that is almost Paradise. Darkness more clear than noon-day holdeth her,   Silence more musical than any song; Even her very heart has ceased to stir: Until the morning of Eternity Her rest shall not begin nor end, but be;   And when she wakes she will not think it long.