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Tranquillity
Do you respect the heavy-lidded flowers
That nod so drowsily upon their bed?
Can you endure the slow-stepped, dreamy hours
That fall, indifferent, to gold and red?
Have you the key that opens to green arches
Where trees repeat their prayers in monotone?
Then take my hand down life’s mysterious marches,
And let us walk in silence and alone.
Transcriber’s Note:
No changes have been made from the original book; this e-text is a faithful transcription of the author’s words and intent.