Calm is the morn without a sound, <br /> Calm as to suit a calmer grief, <br /> And only thro' the faded leaf <br /> The chestnut pattering to the ground: <br /> Calm and deep peace on this high wold, <br /> And on these dews that drench the furze. <br /> And all the silvery gossamers <br /> That twinkle into green and gold: <br /> Calm and still light on yon great plain <br /> That sweeps with all its autumn bowers, <br /> And crowded farms and lessening towers, <br /> To mingle with the bounding main: <br /> <br /> Calm and deep peace in this wide air, <br /> These leaves that redden to the fall; <br /> And in my heart, if calm at all, <br /> If any calm, a calm despair: <br /> <br /> Calm on the seas, and silver sleep, <br /> And waves that sway themselves in rest, <br /> And dead calm in that noble breast <br /> Which heaves but with the heaving deep.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memoriam-a-h-h-11-calm-is-the-morn-without-a/
