Discipline

If I would sleep, then I must keep

My mind on quiet things as these:

The violet light beyond the hill;

Wind soughing through the balsam trees -

Gray gulls that float in on the fog;

The crooning of the midnight sea;

Such things as these must ease my heart

If sleep would come to me -

My thoughts must run in careful line,

Or I would lie awake, night through,

Were there to come, like flame or song,

One thought, one single thought, of you...