When despair for the world grows in me
I go and lie down where the wood drake rests
in his beauty on the water
And the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things who do
not tax their lives with the forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water and
feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with
their light.
And for a time I rest in the peace of the world
and am free.
- William Blake
I go and lie down where the wood drake rests
in his beauty on the water
And the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things who do
not tax their lives with the forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water and
feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with
their light.
And for a time I rest in the peace of the world
and am free.
- William Blake
