But To Be Still! Oh, But To Cease Awhile The Panting Breath And Hurrying Steps Of Life, The Sights, The Sounds, The Struggle, And The Strife Of Hourly Being; The Sharp Biting File Of Action, Fretting On The Tightened Chain Of Rough Existence; All That Is Not Pain, But Utter Weariness; Oh! To Be Free But For A While From Conscious Entity! To Shut The Banging Doors And Windows Wide, Of Restless Sense, And Let The Soul Abide Darkly And Stilly, For A Little Space, Gathering Its Strength Up To Pursue The Race; Oh, Heavens! To Rest A Moment, But To Rest From This Quick, Gasping Life, Were To Be Blest!