The Yellow Book/Volume 8/Rest
Rest
To-day I'll give to peace: I will not lookTo Behind, before me, I will simply be;Hopes and regrets shall claim no share in me;Here will I lie, beside the leaping brook,And turn the pages of some aimless book,Sunk and submerged in vague felicity;Live, mute, and still, in what I hear and see,The dreaming guardian of the upland nook.
Well, here's my world to-day! cicalas spareSawing harsh music; beetles big, that gropeAmong the grass-stems; merry flies astir;And goats with impudent face and silken hair,That poise and tinkle on the Western slope,Breast deep in Alpen-rose and juniper.