Peace
Alfred Noyes
Give me the pulse of the tide again
Ā And the slow lapse of the leaves,
The rustling gold of a field of grain
Ā And a bird in the nested eaves;
And a fishing-smack in the old harbour
Ā Where all was happy and young;
And an echo or two of the songs I knew
Ā When songs could still be sung.
For I would empty my heart of all
Ā This world’s implacable roar,
And I would turn to my home, and fall
Ā Asleep in my home once more;
And I would forget what the cities say,
Ā And the folly of all the wise,
And turn to my own true folk this day,
Ā And the love in their constant eyes.
There is peace, peace, where the sea-birds wheel,
Ā And peace in the breaking wave;
And I have a broken heart to heal,
Ā And a broken soul to save.