Oh Peace! The Peace I knew. I thought thee dead! <br />And had not hoped again to see thy smile. <br />I deemed thee dead, but thou hadst only fled, <br />And his they face within a Grecian isle. <br />The sun that rises in the early morn <br />Now gilds these purple hills with golden light. <br />The land of Lemnos hath not felt the thorn <br />Of thoughtless war.. It hath a calm delight <br />In waving fields, a lazy grinding mill, <br />In winding shores, a drowsy lapping sea; <br />A humble church upon a dreaming hill; <br />A sleeping silence and a home for thee. <br />But let us not molest the bloodless reign, <br />Lest fields of flowers change to fields of pain.<br /><br />Leon Gellert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lemnos-visited/
