Versos English Arthur Symons PEACE AT NOON.

English poem

PEACE AT NOON.

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HERE there is peace, cool peace, Upon these heights, beneath these trees; Almost the peace of sleep or death, To wearying brain, to labouring breath.

Here there is rest at last, A sweet forgetting of the past; There is no future here, nor aught Save this soft healing pause of thought.