Lewis Alexander, "Escape" (1928)
But only turmoil kept
The very hills and valleys
Where beauty once had crept.
I turned to my heart for silence
I did not find it there,
For therein were the tyrants
Sorrow and despair.
I turned to my soul for silence--
There like a pensive pool
Was silence like a king in state
Calm, serene, and cool.
Published in Black Opals, June 1928