Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918. | | 22. 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 | 5 | 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, | 10 | He comes to brood and sit. | | | See Notes. | | | |