Store Up Reservoirs Of Calm

Cities, Like Cats, Will Reveal Themselves At Night.

Breathless, We Flung Us On A Windy Hill, Laughed In The Sun, And Kissed The Lovely Grass.

I Have Need To Busy My Heart With Quietude.

Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour, And Caught Our Youth, And Wakened Us From Sleeping, With Hand Made Sure, Clear Eye, And Sharpened Power, To Turn, As Swimmers Into Cleanness Leaping.

Oh! Death Will Find Me Long Before I Tire Of Watching You.