The White Peace
Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 7:52 am
It lies not on the sunlit hill
Nor on the sunlit plain :
Nor ever on any running stream
Nor on the unclouded main—
But sometimes, through the Soul of Man,
Slow moving o’er his pain,
The moonlight of a perfect peace
Floods heart and brain.
--William Sharp
I like this poem, it helps me feel peaceful. I hope it can for some of you too.
jj
Nor on the sunlit plain :
Nor ever on any running stream
Nor on the unclouded main—
But sometimes, through the Soul of Man,
Slow moving o’er his pain,
The moonlight of a perfect peace
Floods heart and brain.
--William Sharp
I like this poem, it helps me feel peaceful. I hope it can for some of you too.
jj