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Poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Peace
When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut,
Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs?
When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I’ll not play hypocrite
To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but
That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows
Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it?
O surely, reaving Peace, my Lord should leave in lieu
Some good! And so he does leave Patience exquisite,
That plumes to Peace thereafter. And when Peace here does house
He comes with work to do, he does not come to coo,
He comes to brood and sit.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins's other poems:- Barnfloor and Winepress
- Harry Ploughman
- Binsey Poplars
- Strike, Churl
- May Magnificat
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Rupert Brooke Peace ("Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour") William Yeats Peace ("AH, that Time could touch a form") George Herbert Peace ("SWEET Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave") Henry Vaughan Peace ("My Soul, there is a country") Eleanor Farjeon Peace ("I am as awful as my brother War") Robert Anderson Peace ("Now, God be prais'd! we've peace at last") Robert Bloomfield Peace ("Halt! ye Legions, sheathe your Steel") Charles Sorley Peace ("There is silence in the evening when the long days cease") December 1912Gerald Massey Peace ("Yes, Peace is beautiful, and I do yearn") Henry Newbolt Peace ("No more to watch by Night's eternal shore") Sara Teasdale Peace ("PEACE flows into me") Henry Van Dyke Peace ("Two dwellings, Peace, are thine") Albery Whitman Peace ("As the raindrop on a flower")
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