Poetry Solace: Of ease and ghost

This week, I shall share two poems from Walter de la Mare, an English poet..

At Ease

Most wounds can Time repair;

But some are mortal -- these:

For a broken heart there is no balm,

No cure for a heart at ease --

At ease, but cold as stone,

Though the intellect spin on,

And the feat and practiced face may show

Nought of the life that is gone;

But smiles, as by habit taught;

And sighs, as by custom led;

And the soul within is safe from damnation,

Since it is dead.

The Ghost

Peace in thy hands,

Peace in thine eyes,

Peace on thy brow;

Flower of a moment in the eternal hour,

Peace with me now.

Not a wave breaks,

Not a bird calls,

My heart, like a sea,

Silent after a storm that hath died,

Sleeps within me.

All the night's dews,

All the world's leaves,

All winter's snow

Seem with their quiet to have stilled in life's dream

All sorrowing now.

Enjoy your weekend!! Stay safe..