The winter moon has such a quiet car <br />That all the winter nights are dumb with rest. <br />She drives the gradual dark with drooping crest, <br />And dreams go wandering from her drowsy star. <br />Because the nights are silent, do not wake: <br />But there shall tremble through the general earth, <br />And over you, a quickening and a birth. <br />The sun is near the hill-tops for your sake. <br /> <br />The latest born of all the days shall creep <br />To kiss the tender eyelids of the year; <br />And you shall wake, grown young with perfect sleep, <br />And smile at the new world, and make it dear <br />With living murmurs more than dreams are deep. <br />Silence is dead, my Dawn; the morning's here.<br /><br />Hilaire Belloc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/month-of-february-2/
