I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears; <br />Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears, <br />A naked runner lost in a storm of spears. <br /> <br />I have grown tired of rapture and love's desire; <br />Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire <br />Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire. <br /> <br />I would wash the dust of the world in a soft green flood: <br />Here, between sea and sea, in the fairy wood, <br />I have found a delicate, wave-green solitude. <br /> <br />Here, in the fairy wood, between sea and sea, <br />I have heard the song of a fairy bird in a tree, <br />And the peace that is not in the world has flown to me.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-wood-of-finvara/
