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...CHAMBER MUSIC: 21 by JAMES JOYCE LAUGHTER (YOUTH SPEAKS TO HIS OWN OLD AGE) by CONRAD AIKEN DEVOURER OF NATIONS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ADAM WEIRAUCH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |