The White Peace

[jj]

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