| THE PEACE of great doors be for you. | |
| Wait at the knobs, at the panel oblongs. | |
| Wait for the great hinges. | |
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| The peace of great churches be for you, | |
| Where the players of loft pipe organs | 5 |
| Practice old lovely fragments, alone. | |
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| The peace of great books be for you, | |
| Stains of pressed clover leaves on pages, | |
| Bleach of the light of years held in leather. | |
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| The peace of great prairies be for you. | 10 |
| Listen among windplayers in cornfields, | |
| The wind learning over its oldest music | |
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| The peace of great seas be for you. | |
| Wait on a hook of land, a rock footing | |
| For you, wait in the salt wash. | 15 |
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| The peace of great mountains be for you, | |
| The sleep and the eyesight of eagles, | |
| Sheet mist shadows and the long look across. | |
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| The peace of great hearts be for you, | |
| Valves of the blood of the sun, | 20 |
| Pumps of the strongest wants we cry. | |
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| The peace of great silhouettes be for you, | |
| Shadow dancers alive in your blood now, | |
| Alive and crying, “Let us out, let us out.” | |
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| The peace of great changes be for you. | 25 |
| Whisper, Oh beginners in the hills. | |
| Tumble, Oh cubs—to-morrow belongs to you. | |
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| The peace of great loves be for you. | |
| Rain, soak these roots; wind, shatter the dry rot. | |
| Bars of sunlight, grips of the earth, hug these. | 30 |
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| The peace of great ghosts be for you, | |
| Phantoms of night-gray eyes, ready to go | |
| To the fog-star dumps, to the fire-white doors. | |
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| Yes, the peace of great phantoms be for you, | |
| Phantom iron men, mothers of bronze, | 35 |
| Keepers of the lean clean breeds. | |
