Journey

Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass

And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind

Blow over me-I am so tired, so tired

Of passing pleasant places! All my life,

Following Care along the dusty road

Have I looked back at the loveliness and sighed;

Yet at my hand an unrelenting hand

Tugged ever, and I passed.  All my life long

Over my shoulder have I looked at peace;

And now I fain would lie in this long grass

And close my eyes

Poem by Edna St Vincent Millay

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