PEACE, on the hills forsaken, Is deep; The leaves unshaken Are asleep; By twilit nest Stilled is the wood-bird's tune; Hush, heart! You soon, You, too, shall rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, OF SADDLEBACK IN CUMBERLAND by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE UPON JULIA'S BREASTS by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET: 107 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SODA-WATER SLOT-MACHINE by BELLA AKHMADULINA |