Along the city streets

It is still high tide,

Yet the garrulous waves of life

Shrink and divide

With a thousand incidents

Vexed and debated—

This is the hour for which we waited—

This is the ultimate hour

When life is justified.

The seas of experience

That were so broad and deep,

So immediate and steep,

Are suddenly still.

You may say what you will,

At such peace I am terrified.

There is nothing else beside.