SAFE where I cannot die yet, <br /> Safe where I hope to lie too, <br />Safe from the fume and the fret; <br /> You, and you, <br /> Whom I never forget. <br />Safe from the frost and the snow, <br /> Safe from the storm and the sun, <br />Safe where the seeds wait to grow <br /> One by one, <br /> And to come back in blow.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/is-it-well-with-the-child/
