When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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
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 forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
In my search I found this page with a poem that mentions
"mandrake"
No luck searching for "dark heron"...
If the following link doesn't work, try the next one and do
the search
there...
You never know how framed websites act so you just might
have to go
to the main page to start the search.
I hope this helps.
FL
http://dazzle.village.virginia.edu:1965/dynaweb/erdman/erd/@
Generic__BookView?DwebQuery=mandrake&x=10&y=13
http://dazzle.village.virginia.edu:1965/
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