And candle-like foam on the dim sand,
And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky,
Live but to light your passing feet.
TO MY HEART, BIDDING IT HAVE NO FEAR
Be you still, be you still, trembling heart;
Remember the wisdom out of the old days:
Him who trembles before the flame and the flood,
And the winds that blow through the starry ways,
Let the starry winds and the flame and the flood