Matthew Arnold (1822–88). The Poems of Matthew Arnold, 1840–1867. 1909.
Poems; A New Edition. 1853Requiescat
[First published 1853. Reprinted 1854, ’57.]
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And never a spray of yew.
In quiet she reposes:
Ah! would that I did too.
She bath’d it in smiles of glee.
But her heart was tired, tired,
And now they let her be.
In mazes of heat and sound.
But for peace her soul was yearning,
And now peace laps her round.
It flutter’d and fail’d for breath.
To-night it doth inherit
The vasty Hall of Death.