After the Long Singing – poem by Eve Featheringill (1916-1997)


Let there be quiet after the long singing,
and after labor, rest;
long sleep to heal the tiredness of living,
the deep hushed halls of slumber,
this is best.

To have worked well, and found the task worth doing,
to have lived well and long;
and then at last to find the best thing waiting;
rest for the strong.

To find the tired march ended, and the task
finished, the last step made –
and then to come to quiet peace at last
faithful and unafraid.

There will be greater waking, in a while,
but for a little space
let there be quiet after the long singing,
let there be peace and silence in this place.

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