Fold upon fold of light,

Half-heaven of tender fire,

Conflagration of peace,

Wide hearth of the evening world.

How can a cloud give peace,

Peace speak through bodiless fire

And still the angry world?

Yet now each bush and tree

Stands still within the fire,

And, the bird sits on. the tree.

Three horses in a field

That yesterday ran wild

Are bridled and reined by light

As in a heavenly field.

Man, beast and tree in fire,

The bright cloud showering peace.