Peace

ALL my days are clear again and gentle with forgetting, Mornings cool with graciousness of time passed stilly by. Evening sweet with call of birds and lilac-rose sun-setting, And starshine does not hurt my heart nor night-winds make me cry. I can tie a ribbon now, nor hope of your eyes' pleasure Makes its hue intolerable if you come not to see, I can hear old music now, nor stabbing through its measure Come the thoughts I would not have, or tears that need not be. All my days are placid now, as quiet children slowly Pacing down a leaf-locked way that has not dale or hill; Peace again and mirth again, and dawn and even holy. . . . I wish I had your hands in mine, and heartbreak still!