Excerpt from Estrays I shall lie down some day to take my rest, I shall lie down and never rise again; And men shall lay me in some quiet plain To sleep beneath tall elms, where robins nest; Where great winds, roaring sudden from the west, Drive fugitive the cold and frightened rain; But they shall beat upon my door in vain When I lie sleeping there, kind old Earth's guest. Until I wake for I shall wake and live Not as before men named me with the dead, But in some newer, better guise. Who knows What ecstasy the future years may give? These lips may paint some royal poppy red Or this hot breath be perfume for a rose. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.