MILES and miles of quiet houses, every house a harbour, <br />Each for some unquiet soul a haven and a home, <br />Pleasant fires for winter nights, for sun the trellised arbour, <br />Earth the solid underfoot, and heaven for a dome. <br /> <br />Washed by storms of cleansing rain, and sweetened with affliction, <br />The hidden wells of Love are heard in one low-murmuring voice <br />That rises from this close-meshed life so like a benediction <br />That, listening to it, in my heart I almost dare rejoice.<br /><br />Enid Derham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-suburbs/
