You who know what easeful arms
Silence winds about the dead,
Or what far-swept music charms
Hearts that were earth-wearied;
You who know – if aught be known
In that everlasting Hush
Where the life-born years are strewn,
Where the eyeless ages rush, –
Tell me, is it conscious rest
Heals the whilom hurt of life?
Or is Nirvana undistressed
E’en by memory of strife?
by THOMAS RUNCIMAN (1841-1909)
Public Domain Poetry
Wow!
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Exactly what we thought, Daisy!
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Thank you for inspiration ❤️🕯️😌 Kindness
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Thank you for reading! It is much appreciated! 🙂
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Has the tune of this song survived the tooth of history?
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I’m not even aware of if it was set to music or not. I know that the title implies this, but this poet has written a number of poems with the same title of ‘Song’. 😮
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Old poem written about the life wr are living long ago.
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That’s pretty much it! 😉
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