When despair for the world grows in me
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 forethough of grief
I come into the presence of still water
And feel above me the day-blind stars
Waiting with their light
And for a time I rest in the peace of the world
And am free
William Blake