BE still now, for the wood is still, the light is still upon the wood, And all the heavenly watchers brood between the moveless flakes of cloud. The light that trembles in the dew is still, the breathing grass is hushed and still, The restless shadeless pool is still, and shadow-pools beneath the hill, Beneath the hill and all is still. Why beats your heart so loud, so loud, beneath my gentlest finger leaps? All through your veins the wild blood sweeps, your sight its agitation keeps. O heart be still, O blood be tame; be hushed the shaking of thy frame; Be dim the violence of that flame ... Never to such fury came Aught but sorrow, morning-shame. Be still! There's only madness lies before when all but passion flies. Unseal thy breast from mine and rise, ere fierce love into fierce hate dies. I am but man, and woman thou: one moment may the gods allow To primal bliss and passion's vow ... Ah, pause, and hush, ah still thee now. Be still and sleep as night sleeps now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE LEAVES by HAYDEN CARRUTH ASPIRATIONS OF A COUNTRY LAD by GEORGE SANTAYANA TO MR. S.T. COLERIDGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD FRANCE: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE HAPPY WIND by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES IL PLEUT DOUCEMENT SUR LA VILLE by PAUL VERLAINE |