Death & Dying
A Roundel of Rest
From The Home Book of Verse, ed. Burton Stevenson (1912)
Death & Dying
If rest is sweet at shut of day
For tired hands and tired feet,
How sweet at last to rest for aye,
If rest is sweet!
We work or work not through the heat:
Death bids us soon our labors lay
In lands where night and twilight meet.
When the last dawns are fallen gray
And all life's toil and ease complete,
They know who work, not they who play,
If rest is sweet.
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MLA
Symons, Arthur. “A Roundel of Rest.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/symons/13/.
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Symons, Arthur. “A Roundel of Rest.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/symons/13/.
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