Seest thou how clear and sharp the shadows are Among the cattle on yon ridgy field, So softly glooming amid light so fair? Yon mighty trees no blast may dare to wield; The things that own most motion and most sound Are tranced and silent; all is mute around. Where is the wind? Not in yon glassy sky, Not in the trees, - what deep tranquillity Has hushed his voice? Methinks so calm should fall The eve before the great millennial morn, Before the first of those high days is born, Whose placid tenor shall be peace to all. Sink deeply in my heart, surpassing scene! And be thy memory clear, for I would live therein! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TROILUS AND CRESSIDA: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN A GIRL OF POMPEII by EDWARD SANDFORD MARTIN THE BALLAD OF CHICKAMAUGA [SEPTEMBER 19-20, 1863] by JAMES MAURICE THOMPSON THE EAGLE SWIFT by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 6. THE WANDERING ONE MAKES MUSIC by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS DOOMSDAY: TREASURES IN HEAVEN by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) REMINDER by INDRAN AMIRTHANAYAGAM |