The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put off, the long task done, I am, as it is bliss to be, Still and untroubled. Now, I see, For the first time, how soft the day...
Above the city hangs the moon, Some clouds are boding rain; Gilbert, erewhile on journey gone, To-night comes home again. Ten years have passed above his head, Each year has brought him gain;...
Sit still, a word, a breath may break (As light airs stir a sleeping lake) The glassy calm that soothes my woes, The sweet, the deep, the full repose. O leave me not! for ever be...
But two miles more, and then we rest! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the brightness of the West Will light us on our devious way; Sit then, awhile, here in this wood,...