Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel. 18341894804. The Old
THEY are waiting on the shore | |
For the bark to take them home: | |
They will toil and grieve no more; | |
The hour for release hath come. | |
All their long life lies behind | 5 |
Like a dimly blending dream: | |
There is nothing left to bind | |
To the realms that only seem. | |
They are waiting for the boat; | |
There is nothing left to do: | 10 |
What was near them grows remote, | |
Happy silence falls like dew; | |
Now the shadowy bark is come, | |
And the weary may go home. | |
By still water they would rest | 15 |
In the shadow of the tree: | |
After battle sleep is best, | |
After noise, tranquillity. |