Sound Sleep
Christina Rossetti
1830 to 1894
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Some are laughing, some are weeping;
She is sleeping, sleeping.
Round her rest wild flowers are creeping;
There wind is heaping, heaping
Sweetest sweets of Summer's keeping,
the cornfields ripe for reaping.
There are lilies, and blushes
The deep rose, and there the thrushes
Sing latest sunlight flushes
In the west; a fresh wind
Through the leaves while evening hushes.
There by day lark is singing
And the grass and weeds are springing:
There by night the bat is winging;
There forever are bringing
Far-off chimes of church-bells ringing.
Night and morning, noon and even,
Their sound fills her dreams with Heaven:
The long strife at length is striven:
Till her grave-bands shall be riven
Such is the good portion given
her soul at rest and shriven.