I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears; br Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears, br A naked runner lost in a storm of spears. br br I have grown tired of rapture and love's desire; br Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire br Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire. br br I would wash the dust of the world in a soft green flood: br Here, between sea and sea, in the fairy wood, br I have found a delicate, wave-green solitude. br br Here, in the fairy wood, between sea and sea, br I have heard the song of a fairy bird in a tree, br And the peace that is not in the world has flown to me.