Shelter

Shelter - - - - - - - Cold, quite cold Is this world Cold, quite cold Is this marble And I find it Serene and tranquil In every curve and line Flakes of beauty shine It's cold and still Yet in her breast Lies charms of peace Where in flowers And in twinkling stars In rays of sunrise And in rays of sunset The same serenity lies Nor winds are fierce here Nor tides run high or near Spring ails not Nor autumn falter Come summer Come winter And when gone never felt The mason with aptitude Designs and builds it Where I dream my final rest In the grace of simple stone I am just a pebble from sand To be rolled down latter or soon Unto that quiet home Free from storm and gale