Peace

Give me the pulse of the tide again
And the slow lapse of the leaves,
The rustling gold of a field of grain
And a bird in the nested eaves;

And a fishing-smack in the old harbour
Where all was happy and young;
And an echo or two of the songs I knew
When songs could still be sung.

For I would empty my heart of all
This world's implacable roar,
And I would turn to my home, and fall
Asleep in my home once more;

And I would forget what the cities say,
And the folly of all the wise,
And turn to my own true folk this day,
And the love in their constant eyes.

There is peace, peace, where the sea-birds wheel,
And peace in the breaking wave;
And I have a broken heart to heal,
And a broken soul to save.

by Alfred Noyes

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Shake me wake
My father, When mom left, he said one day that he would do it. In life, dad always kept his word.
I read this poem in junior high school in the early '60's. I rediscovered it when Simon and Garfunkel put it to music; I'm not sure which album, but it's certainly worth listening to.
I never forgot reading this poem when I was in High School,1958, thereabouts. The message remained with me, although I could not remember the author nor poem title. Yesterday, I heard Evangelist Begg recite ' Richard Cory'. Amazing.
The people wanted to be like Richard Corey. Be careful what you wish for. To walk in Richard’s shoes is to walk with unbearable suffering.
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