Busy Heart The

 Now that we've done our best and worst, and parted,
I would fill my mind with thoughts that will not rend.

(O heart, I do not dare go empty-hearted)
I'll think of Love in books, Love without end;
Women with child, content; and old men sleeping;
And wet strong ploughlands, scarred for certain grain;
And babes that weep, and so forget their weeping;
And the young heavens, forgetful after rain;
And evening hush, broken by homing wings;
And Song's nobility, and Wisdom holy,
That live, we dead.
 I would think of a thousand things,
Lovely and durable, and taste them slowly,
One after one, like tasting a sweet food.

I have need to busy my heart with quietude.

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