The Peace Of The Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me

And I wake in the night in the least sound

In the fear of what my and my children's lives would be;

I go and lie down where the woods drake breasts in his beauty on the water,

And the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things

Who do not tax their lives without forethought of grief.

I came into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day blind stars waiting with their light.

For a time I rest in the grace of the world?

And am free.