“Lie you easy, dream you light, And sleep you fast for aye; And luckier may you find the night Than ever you found the day.” NightSleepDreamsLuckLife And DeathThe Isle Of Portland Book:A Shropshire Lad Source: A Shropshire Lad
“Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. Think rather,--call to thought, if now you grieve a little, The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long. Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn; Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry: Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born. Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason, I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun. Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season: Let us endure an hour and see injustice done. Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation; All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain: Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation-- Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again?” LifeSoulDeathSleepGriefEmotionBirthInjusticeRestHeaven And EarthBe Still My SoulXlviii Book:A Shropshire Lad Source: A Shropshire Lad
“Westward on the high-hilled plains Where for me the world began, Still, I think, in newer veins Frets the changeless blood of man. ... There, when hueless is the west And the darkness hushes wide, Where the lad lies down to rest Stands the troubled dream beside. There, on thoughts that once were mine, Day looks down the eastern steep, And the youth at morning shine Makes the vow he will not keep.” SleepDreamsYouthBroken PromisesVows Book:A Shropshire Lad Source: A Shropshire Lad