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George MacDonald

George MacDonald

Quiet Dead!

Quiet, quiet dead,
Have ye aught to say
From your hidden bed
In the earthy clay?
 
Fathers, children, mothers,
Ye are very quiet;
Can ye shout, my brothers?
I would know you by it!
 
Have ye any words
That are like to ours?
Have ye any birds?
Have ye any flowers?
 
Could ye rise a minute
When the sun is warm?
I would know you in it,
I would take no harm.
 
I am half afraid
In the ghostly night;
If ye all obeyed
I should fear you quite.
 
But when day is breaking
In the purple east
I would meet you waking–
One of you at least–
 
When the sun is tipping
Every stony block,
And the sun is slipping
Down the weathercock.
 
Quiet, quiet dead,
I will not perplex you;
What my tongue hath said
Haply it may vex you!
 
Yet I hear you speaking
With a quiet speech,
As if ye were seeking
Better things to teach:
 
‘Wait a little longer,
Suffer and endure
Till your heart is stronger
And your eyes are pure–
 
A little longer, brother,
With your fellow-men:
We will meet each other
Otherwhere again.’

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