The peace of a wandering sky, Silence, only the cry Of the crickets, suddenly still, A bee on the window-sill, A bird's wing, rushing and soft, Three flails that tramp in the loft, Summer murmuring Some sweet, slumberous thing, Half asleep; but thou, cease, Heart, to hunger for peace, Or, if thou must find rest, Cease to beat in my breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CANDLE-LIGHTIN' TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE NIGHT COURT by RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL THE ADORATION OF DISK BY KING AKHNATEN AND PRINCESS NEFER NEFERIU ATEN by AKHENATEN THE EPIPHANY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |