Oh, hush thee, Earth! Fold thou thy weary palms! The sunset glory fadeth in the west; The purple splendor leaves the mountain's crest; Gray twilight comes as one who beareth alms, Darkness and silence and delicious calms. Take thou the gift, O Earth! On Night's soft breast Lay thy tired head and sink to dreamless rest, Lulled by the music of her evening psalms. Cool darkness, silence, and the holy stars, Long shadows when the pale moon soars on high, One far lone night-bird singing from the hill, And utter rest from Day's discordant jars; O soul of mine! when the long night draws nigh Will such deep peace thine inmost being fill? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL by JOHN DRYDEN IN EARLIEST SPRING by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS MAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A SEA-SPELL (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO THE FOUR COURTS, PLEASE by JAMES STEPHENS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 34. TRUE LOVE KNOWS BUT ONE by PHILIP AYRES THE HERITAGE FOREGONE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 143 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A QUARTET ('THE MIKADO' AT CAMBRIDGE) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |