Forgetfulness

There is a haven of sure restFrom the loud world’s bewildering stress:As a bird dreaming on her nest,As dew hid in a rose’s breast,As Hesper in the glowing West;So the heart sleepsIn thy calm deeps,Serene Forgetfulness!

No sorrow in that place may be,The noise of life grows less and less:As moss far down within the sea,As, in white lily caves, a bee,As life in a hazy reverie;So the heart’s waveIn thy dim cave,Hushes, Forgetfulness!

Duty and care fade far away,What toil may be we cannot guess:As a ship anchored in a bay,As a cloud at summer-noon astray,As water-blooms in a breezeless day;So, ‘neath thine eyes,The full heart lies,And dreams, Forgetfulness!