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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=348466" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epitaph</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=348466" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Earth Speaks: <br> HUSH! he drowses, drowses deep, <br> While my quiet arms I keep <br> Close about him in his sleep. <br> Once he glanced at me aghast, <br> Shuddered from my kiss, and passed— <br> But I hold him here at last. <br> He had frenzied thoughts of fame, <br> Piteous strivings for a name— <br> But I called him, and he came. <br> Called him with the mother-call <br> That shall on the weary fall, <br> Whispering “Home” to all, to all. <br> Fair white skin he looked upon; <br> Eyes in his with passion shone; <br> But my patient love has won. <br> There was one he deemed to wed; <br> But he faltered, came instead <br> To my narrow bridal bed. <br> Vehement his veins and wild— <br> Now a dreaming, glad-eyed child <br> To my kisses reconciled. <br> Tender heart and turbulent, <br> I and he together pent <br> In an æon of content! <br> <br> Heaven holds for him no prize: <br> Stirless, nested here he lies <br> In his narrow Paradise. <br> When his trump God's Angel blows, <br> When he shudders, wakens, knows, <br> I shall hold him close, so close! <br> He will feel life's aching pain, <br> Turn his lips to me, and then <br> Sink to dreamless sleep again. <br> So for aye my love I keep <br> Here upon my breast asleep— <br> Hush!…he drowses…drowses…deep.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Arthur+Henry+Adams">Arthur Henry Adams</a></strong></div>