There is a peace to keep within the country
The houses of the heart stand spaciously
No harm makes here its morning sound;
No wind that slanted to action but lies still
In lifted leaves.
Worker hours climb,
But here is pause above the fruited [...]
Sun brightens the mating cardinals,
And sparrow shells fall empty to ground;
Day beginning in the sky Springs up like a weed; rye,
Ripened, levels the winter galls.
The seed gives to the stem's hour,
The immaculate moment to time In its grey-petaled [...]