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 THE VISITATION OF PEACE

the book of verse where Sorrow wept

Above Love's broken fane where Hope once prayed,

And thought of old trysts broken and trysts kept

Only to chide my fondness. Then I strayed

Down a green coil of lanes where murmuring wings

Moved up and down like lights upon the sea,

Searching for calm amid untroubled things

Of wood and water. The industrious bee

Sang in his barn within the hollow beech,

And in a distant haggard a loud mill 77