Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
The Rose of PeaceWilliam Butler Yeats (18651939)
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When Heaven and Hell are met,
Look’d down on you from Heaven’s door-post
He would his deeds forget.
In his Divine homestead,
He would go weave out of the stars
A chaplet for your head.
And white stars tell your praise,
Would come at last to God’s great town,
Led on by gentle ways;
Saying all things were well;
And softly make a rosy peace,
A peace of Heaven with Hell.