CLOUDS, lingering yet, extend in solid bars <br />Through the grey west; and lo! these waters, steeled <br />By breezeless air to smoothest polish, yield <br />A vivid repetition of the stars; <br />Jove, Venus, and the ruddy crest of Mars <br />Amid his fellows beauteously revealed <br />At happy distance from earth's groaning field, <br />Where ruthless mortals wage incessant wars. <br />Is it a mirror?--or the nether Sphere <br />Opening to view the abyss in which she feeds <br />Her own calm fires?--But list! a voice is near; <br />Great Pan himself low-whispering through the reeds, <br />'Be thankful, thou; for, if unholy deeds <br />Ravage the world, tranquillity is here!'<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/composed-by-the-side-of-grasmere-lake-1806/
