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Where sunless
rivers weep
Their waves into the deep
She sleeps a
charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single
star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows
are
Her pleasant lot.
She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and
lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through
a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the
nightingale
That sadly sings.
Rest, rest, a
perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face
is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot
see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She
cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.
Rest,
rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest
at the heart's core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep
that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall
break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.
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