I say no more how restful is the green
Of summer fields, for looking on your eyes
It is as though I had died and found my rest.
SAFETY
You are like a pool reflecting shadowy trees
Of green and glint of sunbeams mixed together
(And I had forgotten both) in water clear.
Full of the foulness of blood and lust and fear
Is the past now. I break its holding tether,
And stand once more with guiding Innocences.