Into the darkness and the hush of night <br />Slowly the landscape sinks, and fades away, <br />And with it fade the phantoms of the day, <br />The ghosts of men and things, that haunt the light, <br />The crowd, the clamor, the pursuit, the flight, <br />The unprofitable splendor and display, <br />The agitations, and the cares that prey <br />Upon our hearts, all vanish out of sight. <br />The better life begins; the world no more <br />Molests us; all its records we erase <br />From the dull commonplace book of our lives, <br />That like a palimpsest is written o'er <br />With trivial incidents of time and place, <br />And lo! the ideal, hidden beneath, revives.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ultima-thule-night/
