Sanctuary Sunshine House Sonnets

by Bliss Carman

Illustrations by Whitman Bailey




Out of the turmoil whither shall I go?
How cure the fever of a mind distraught,
The crazed futility of haste assuage,
And dear serenity’s lost poise restore?
Is there no respite for the racing pulse,
No haven from the day’s demoniac din
And the relentless frenzy of the night?
Where may the haunting peace of God be found?
No cabined luxury contents the soul,
Homesick for solace of its native air.
For healing of the wind among the pines,
The stilling beauty of the clear new moon,
The strength of hills, the joy of singing streams,
Take any road at hand, to Out-of-doors.