6. Requies
O is it death or life
That sounds like something strangely known
In this subsiding out of strife,
This slow sea-monotone?
A sound, scarce heard through sleep,
Murmurous as the August bees
That fill the forest hollows deep
About the roots of trees.
O is it life or death,
O is it hope or memory,
That quiets all things with this breath
Of the eternal sea?
That sounds like something strangely known
In this subsiding out of strife,
This slow sea-monotone?
A sound, scarce heard through sleep,
Murmurous as the August bees
That fill the forest hollows deep
About the roots of trees.
O is it life or death,
O is it hope or memory,
That quiets all things with this breath
Of the eternal sea?
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