PEACE, peace, broken heart, peace! All these grievous things must cease, They will drop off one by one Like ripe fruit in a quiet sun. Thine enemies shall be no more, Thy mockers will forget their lore, The flowers from the mead will die And God's great hands will break the sky. Nothing that's evil but will cease Under His whisper of Peace, Peace. All shall drop off one by one Like ripe fruit in a quiet sun ... Yea, e'en thy cruel Love will lie A dead thing beneath a dead sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOON ON FORRESTER'S POND by HAYDEN CARRUTH CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN THE MEASURE OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG MATE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ELEGY: THE LITTLE GHOST WHO DIED FOR LOVE; FOR ALLANAH HARPER by EDITH SITWELL |