ABOUT the sheltered garden ground <br />The trees stand strangely still. <br />The vale ne'er seemed so deep before, <br />Nor yet so high the hill. <br /> <br />An awful sense of quietness, <br />A fulness of repose, <br />Breathes from the dewy garden-lawns, <br />The silent garden rows. <br /> <br />As the hoof-beats of a troop of horse <br />Heard far across a plain, <br />A nearer knowledge of great thoughts <br />Thrills vaguely through my brain. <br /> <br />I lean my head upon my arm, <br />My heart's too full to think; <br />Like the roar of seas, upon my heart <br />Doth the morning stillness sink.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/about-the-sheltered-garden-ground/
