(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

The Ghost

Peace in thy hands,
Peace in thine eyes,
Peace on thy brow;
Flower of a moment in the eternal hour,
Peace with me now.

Not a wave breaks,
Not a bird calls,
My heart, like a sea,
Silent after a storm that hath died,
Sleeps within me.

All the night's dews,
All the world's leaves,
All winter's snow
Seem with their quiet to have stilled in life's dream
All sorrowing now.

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Most beautifully worded, but true full melancholy, sadness and sorrows. Daunting poem, and as I am guessing, this poem has been chosen for the third time as The Modern Poem Of The Day, most deserving, I reckon. CONGRATULATIONS to the family of the late poet. For me this is an eerie poem by a classic poet. But most beautiful in its tune. His dreamlike visions had much similarities with Blake! Really.
All the night's dews, All the world's leaves, All winter's snow Seem with their quiet to have stilled in life's dream All sorrowing now. great poem of Walter de la Mare
So touchingly inscribed on tragic and peace. I found it second time chosen as the modern poem of the poem of the day. Congratulations.
Peace in thy hands Peace in thine eyes Peace in thy brow Flower of a moment in the eternal hour." Nice lines making the beautiful poem worth selection as modern poem of the day.
My heart, like a sea, Silent after a storm that hath died, Sleeps within me
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