BROOK, Be still, -- be still! Midnight's arch is broken In thy ceaseless ripples. Dark and cold below them Runs the troubled water, -- Only on its bosom, Shimmering and trembling, Doth the glinted star-shine Sparkle and cease. Life, Be still, -- be still! Boundless truth is shattered On thy hurrying current. Rest, with face uplifted, Calm, serenely quiet; Drink the deathless beauty -- Thrills of love and wonder Sinking, shining, star-like; Till the mirrored heaven Hollow down within thee Holy deeps unfathomed, Where far thoughts go floating, And low voices wander Whispering peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 6 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNET: 18 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE COR CORDIUM by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE ELDER'S WARNING; A LAY OF THE CONVOCATION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THOMAS GRAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON |