There is an hour at night full of an awesome wonder, <br />When universal silence o'er the whole world lies <br />And when the cosmic chariot rolls, wakening no thunder, <br />Into the sanctuary of the skies. <br /> <br />The dark of chaos comes, land, sky and water merging; <br />Sleep Atlas-like treads earth, its weight like lead; <br />The gods with dreams prophetic fire the virgin <br />Soul of the Muse; all else is dead.<br /><br />Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-vision-2/
