Dr. Lawrence in “The Peace of Wild Things”

When despair for the world grows in me, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great herring feeds. I come into the peace of wild things, who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water and feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. And for a time I rest in the peace of the world and I'm free. [pause] How can I remember a William Blake poem I memorized over 30 years ago?