Poems (Cromwell)/The Deep
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THE DEEP
I must have peace, increasing peace;
Oh, not a brave,
A fleeting interval between
Each breaking wave:
Oh, not a brave,
A fleeting interval between
Each breaking wave:
Oh, not a treacherous pause between
The gathering gales;
Nor rest in the white fleece of cloud
Cold winter trails;
The gathering gales;
Nor rest in the white fleece of cloud
Cold winter trails;
Oh, not a temporal winter, not
A fitful sleep;
But such a lasting winter as
Dark oceans keep.
A fitful sleep;
But such a lasting winter as
Dark oceans keep.
Beneath all tides there sleeps a depth
Of cold fecundity,—
A zone that spins and spins a fine
Transparency.
Of cold fecundity,—
A zone that spins and spins a fine
Transparency.
There must be such a wintry zone
For teeming thought,
Where forms the mildest ray would crush
Are slowly wrought;
For teeming thought,
Where forms the mildest ray would crush
Are slowly wrought;
Where floating shapes of stars and leaves
Are free to dwell,
And feel the quietude of Life's
Eternal spell.
Are free to dwell,
And feel the quietude of Life's
Eternal spell.
I must have peace, and so in some
Dark peace I trust,
Where thoughts like stars and leafage can
Be spun from dust.
Dark peace I trust,
Where thoughts like stars and leafage can
Be spun from dust.