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.

by Walter de la Mare

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enthralled and stillness of mind- My heart, like a sea, Silent after a storm that hath died, Sleeps within me.
A poem of peace and calmness, of sorrows and stillness.
It’s a wonderful poem of Walter de la Mare. It fuses life with nature immaculately. It creates a strong quantum effect where time appears to be relatively stable. Thanks for posting. Chandan
The calm, the quiet and the peace of the 'eternal hour'
Mournful and subdued! The lines simultaneously produce a sad and calming effect on the reader! A great poem from a great poet!
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