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Calm Is All Nature As A Resting Wheel

Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is cropping audibly his later meal:
Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal
O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.
Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,
Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal
That grief for which the senses still supply
Fresh food; for only then, when memory
Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain
Those busy cares that would allay my pain;
Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel
The officious touch that makes me droop again.

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Comments (4)

I REALLY like the 'moments slur into centuries' image, re Rumi, that's perfect!
I don't understand the 'we are supposed to be enemies' in the context of Rumi. Good verb selection in 'minutes slur into centuries'.
Hmm, you've sparked my curiousity: I'm not acquainted with Rumi (unless I was, and forgot his name, which evidently isn't unimaginable since you almost forgot the enmity part...!) . Thanks for the graceful intro to this writer.
Superb Lori, superb....'until I almost forget not to understand' - he does that to me too! A well earned 10 from me. Hugs Anna xxx