Lemnos Visited

Oh Peace! The Peace I knew. I thought thee dead! And had not hoped again to see thy smile. I deemed thee dead, but thou hadst only fled, And his they face within a Grecian isle. The sun that rises in the early morn Now gilds these purple hills with golden light. The land of Lemnos hath not felt the thorn Of thoughtless war.. It hath a calm delight In waving fields, a lazy grinding mill, In winding shores, a drowsy lapping sea; A humble church upon a dreaming hill; A sleeping silence and a home for thee. But let us not molest the bloodless reign, Lest fields of flowers change to fields of pain.