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...
( Gerald Manley Hopkins 1844-89 )
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