Give me the pulse of the tide again <br />And the slow lapse of the leaves, <br />The rustling gold of a field of grain <br />And a bird in the nested eaves; <br /> <br />And a fishing-smack in the old harbour <br />Where all was happy and young; <br />And an echo or two of the songs I knew <br />When songs could still be sung. <br /> <br />For I would empty my heart of all <br />This world's implacable roar, <br />And I would turn to my home, and fall <br />Asleep in my home once more; <br /> <br />And I would forget what the cities say, <br />And the folly of all the wise, <br />And turn to my own true folk this day, <br />And the love in their constant eyes. <br /> <br />There is peace, peace, where the sea-birds wheel, <br />And peace in the breaking wave; <br />And I have a broken heart to heal, <br />And a broken soul to save.<br /><br />Alfred Noyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peace-48/
