A perfumed carpet of the soft green grass,
On which I lay, and let the moments pass.

I saw, and saw not; heard, and did not hear;
But conscious only that a blessed ease
For this one hour took precedence of pain,
I felt the sunshine, and I was at peace.
I had no thought of past or future years;
I did not vex myself with hopes or fears;
My half-dropped lids hid neither smiles nor tears;
I scarce had found a rest more calm and deep
In that still place where one day I shall sleep.