SANCTUARY 



It seems to me I'd like to go 

 Where bells don't ring, nor whistles blow, 

 Or clocks don't strike, or gongs don't sound, 

 And I'd have stillness all around. 



Not real stillness, but just the trees' 

 Low whispering, or the hum of bees, 

 Or brooks' faint babbling over stones 

 In strangely, softly tangled tones; 



Or maybe the cricket or katydid, 

 Or the songs of birds in the hedges hid; 

 Or just some such sweet sounds as these 

 To fill a tired heart with ease. 



EUGENE FIELD 



From "Poems of Eugene Field" by kind permission of 



Charles Scribnvr 



