Peace in thy hands, <br />Peace in thine eyes, <br />Peace on thy brow; <br />Flower of a moment in the eternal hour, <br />Peace with me now. <br /> <br />Not a wave breaks, <br />Not a bird calls, <br />My heart, like a sea, <br />Silent after a storm that hath died, <br />Sleeps within me. <br /> <br />All the night's dews, <br />All the world's leaves, <br />All winter's snow <br />Seem with their quiet to have stilled in life's dream <br />All sorrowing now.<br /><br />Walter de la Mare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ghost/
