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and I awake in the night at the least sound
In fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
Rest 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 forethought
Of grief, I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
Waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
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