I MUST have peace, increasing peace; Oh, not a brave, A fleeting interval between Each breaking wave; Oh, not a treacherous pause between The gathering gales; Nor rest in the white fleece of cloud Cold winter trails; Oh, not a temporal winter, not A fitful sleep; But such a lasting winter as Dark oceans keep. Beneath all tides there sleeps a depth Of cold fecundity, -- A zone that spins and spins a fine Transparency. There must be such a wintry zone For teeming thought, Where forms the mildest ray would crush Are slowly wrought; Where floating shapes of stars and leaves Are free to dwell, And feel the quietude of Life's Eternal spell. I must have peace, and so in some Dark peace I trust, Where thoughts like stars and leafage can Be spun from dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULLFINCH by WILLIAM COWPER MADONNA OF THE EVENING FLOWERS by AMY LOWELL EXALTATION by HILDA WHILT ARCHER THE CLOUDS: THE OLD EDUCATION by ARISTOPHANES |