Taller to-day, we remember similar evenings, <br />Walking together in a windless orchard <br />Where the brook runs over the gravel, far from the glacier. <br /> <br />Nights come bringing the snow, and the dead howl <br />Under headlands in their windy dwelling <br />Because the Adversary put too easy questions <br />On lonely roads. <br /> <br />But happy now, though no nearer each other, <br />We see farms lighted all along the valley; <br />Down at the mill-shed hammering stops <br />And men go home. <br /> <br />Noises at dawn will bring <br />Freedom for some, but not this peace <br />No bird can contradict: passing but here, sufficient now <br />For something fulfilled this hour, loved or endured.<br /><br />WH Auden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/taller-to-day/
