| Everything Is Going To Be All Right | |
| How should I not be glad to contemplate | |
| the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window | |
| and a high tide reflecting on the ceiling? | |
| There will be dying, there will be dying, | |
| but there is no need to go into that. | 5 |
| The lines flow from the hand unbidden | |
| and the hidden source is the watchful heart. | |
| The sun rises in spite of everything | |
| and the far cities are beautiful and bright. | |
| I lie here in a riot of sunlight | 10 |
| watching the day break and the clouds flying. | |
| Everything is going to be all right. |
