Religion
The White Peace
From The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse, ed. D. H. S. Nicholson and A. H. E. Lee (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1917)
Religion
It lies not on the sunlit hill
Nor on the sunlit plain:
Nor ever on any running stream
Nor on the unclouded main —
But sometimes, through the Soul of Man,
Slow moving o'er his pain,
The moonlight of a perfect peace
Floods heart and brain.
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MLA
Fiona Macleod (William Sharp). “The White Peace.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/macleod_f/10/.
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Fiona Macleod (William Sharp). “The White Peace.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/macleod_f/10/.
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