grace of sleep,
Sleep whose hands have removed the bands that eyes long waking and
fain to weep
Feel fast bound on them--light around them strange, and darkness
above them steep.

Yet no vision that heals division of love from love, and renews
awhile
Life and breath in the lips where death has quenched the spirit of
speech and smile,
Shows on earth, or in heaven's mid mirth, where no fears enter or
doubts defile,

Aught more fair than the radiant air and water here by the twilight
wed,
Here made one by the waning sun whose last love quickens to
rosebright red
Half the crown of the soft high down that rears to northward its
wood-girt head.

There, when day is at height of sway, men's eyes who stand, as we
oft have stood,
High where towers with its world of flowers the golden spinny that
flanks the wood,
See before and around them shore and seaboard glad as their gifts
are good.

Higher and higher to the north aspire the green smooth-swelling
unending downs;
East and west on the brave earth's breast glow girdle-jewels of