Vita Benefica

On softest pillows my dim eyes unclose; No pain,—delicious weariness instead; Sweet silence broods around the quiet bed, And round me breathes the fragrance of the rose. The moonlight leans against the pane, and shows The little leaves outside in watchful dread Keeping their guard; while with swift, noiseless tread Love in its lovelier service comes and goes. A hand I love brings nectar; near me bends A face I love; ah! it is over!—this Indeed is heaven. Could I only tell Dear ones whose hearts the sorrow for me rends How easily one meets Death’s gentle kiss,— And then I woke—to find that I was well!

Collection: 
English
Alice Wellington Rollins

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