DEAR Nature, hide me in thine inmost heart,
Safe from the pangs of doubt and strife of will—
Mine own and others; I would fain lie still,
Bathed in thy silence, of thy life a part.
Unconscious and unerring as thou art,
Bear me as mothers bear their babes, until
Of thy pure strength my weakness takes its fill,
And I may dare on some new course to start.

Yea, find for me some grave wherein my soul
May lie as bodies lie when life is fled,
Freed from the madness of its own control,
By Wisdom's self through unknown changes sped
In sleep unvexed by dream of end or goal,
And living still be all as good as dead.