Peace, peace and silence Except where a mocker swings on a wild rose. Scent of wax-petaled magnolias, Grey headstones covered with lichens, Their names and their dates all eroded. Here small shining lizards dart through the grasses. Blow gently O sea-winds through the long mosses That trail like mourning veils from the branches Of myrtle and live-oak. Be mute, O gulls, Let them dream on -- peace -- peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MY PRETTY ROSE TREE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SEASHORE (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ON A MOURNER by ALFRED TENNYSON A WATER MILL by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA |