Sometimes when I feel hurried or dismayed, Your face in calmness comes before my view, And on your features then I see displayed An understanding look, as if you knew That I have need of your serenity; I feel your presence though you dwell afar, And something of your poise is given to me, Remote, yet like a steady-gleaming star. . . Madonna-like, it seems you are imbued With peace, which lends me strength and fortitude. |