by Humbert Wolfe (1885 - 1940)

Now in these fairylands
Language: English 
Now in these fairylands
gather your weary hands
close to your breast,
and be at rest.

Now in these silences
lean to the cadences,
mouldering their grace
to the line of your face.

Now at the end of all,
loveliest friend of all,
all things are yours
in this peace that endures.


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