Peace waits among the hills; I have drunk peace, Here, where the blue air fills The great cup of the hills, And fills with peace. Between the earth and sky, I have seen the earth Like a dark cloud go by, And fade out of the sky; There was no more earth. Here, where the Holy Graal Brought secret light Once, from beyond the veil, I, seeing no Holy Graal, See divine light. Light fills the hills with God, Wind with his breath, And here, in his abode, Light, wind, and air praise God, And this poor breath.
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Arthur Symons
Arthur William Symons (28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945), was a British poet, critic and magazine editor.
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