Peace waits among the hills; <br />I have drunk peace, <br />Here, where the blue air fills <br />The great cup of the hills, <br />And fills with peace. <br /> <br />Between the earth and sky, <br />I have seen the earth <br />Like a dark cloud go by, <br />And fade out of the sky; <br />There was no more earth. <br /> <br />Here, where the Holy Graal <br />Brought secret light <br />Once, from beyond the veil, <br />I, seeing no Holy Graal, <br />See divine light. <br /> <br />Light fills the hills with God, <br />Wind with his breath, <br />And here, in his abode, <br />Light, wind, and air praise God, <br />And this poor breath.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/montserrat/
