O Earth, Lie Heavily Upon Her Eyes; Seal Her Sweet Eyes Weary Of Watching, Earth; Lie Close Around Her; Leave No Room For Mirth With Its Harsh Laughter, Nor For Sound Of Sighs. She Hath No Questions, She Hath No Replies, Hushed In And Curtained With A Bless'D Dearth Of All That Irked Her From The Hour Of Birth; With Stillness That Is Almost Paradise. Darkness More Clear Than Noon-Day Holdeth Her, Silence More Musical Than Any Song; Even Her Very Heart Has Ceased To Stir: Until The Morning Of Eternity Her Rest Shall Not Begin Nor End, But Be; And When She Wakes She Will Not Think It Long.