That answering smile that seems to set at rest Long days of passion and dread nights of pain— At last to lay the head against her breast And find security from storm and strain, In close enfoldment like a child again,— The peace that broods upon the Protean deep When the unruly winds are hush'd in sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL |