_REST_--what an OCEANIC word! I have been thinking of this
unfathomable, unpenetrable word with mingled longing, and wonder, and
even awe.
What depths are in it, what infinite spaces, what vast compassionate
sky, what tenderness of oblivion, what husht awakenings, what quiet
sinkings and fadings into peace.
Waking early, I took the word as one might take a carrier-dove and
loosed it into the cloudy suspense of the stilled mind--and it rose
again and again in symbolic cloud-thought, now as an infinite green
forest murmurous with a hidden wind, now in some other guise and once
as Ecstasy herself, listening.
_Dear soft, sweet breath of the hills,
Good-night!_
[Illustration:
“... _a change
from dream of Beauty, to
Beauty_.”
_F. M._]
_Printed by_ R. & R. CLARK, LIMITED, _Edinburgh_.