HERE in the quiet eve <br />My thankful eyes receive <br />The quiet light. <br />I see the trees stand fair <br />Against the faded air, <br />And star by star prepare <br />The perfect night. <br /> <br />And in my bosom, lo! <br />Content and quiet grow <br />Toward perfect peace. <br />And now when day is done, <br />Brief day of wind and sun, <br />The pure stars, one by one, <br />Their troop increase. <br /> <br />Keen pleasure and keen grief <br />Give place to great relief: <br />Farewell my tears! <br />Still sounds toward me float; <br />I hear the bird's small note, <br />Sheep from the far sheepcote, <br />And lowing steers. <br /> <br />For lo! the war is done, <br />Lo, now the battle won, <br />The trumpets still. <br />The shepherd's slender strain, <br />The country sounds again <br />Awake in wood and plain, <br />On haugh and hill. <br /> <br />Loud wars and loud loves cease. <br />I welcome my release; <br />And hail once more <br />Free foot and way world-wide. <br />And oft at eventide <br />Light love to talk beside <br />The hostel door.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voluntary/
