Dawn - and a magical stillness: on earth, quiescence profound; <br />On the waters a vast Content, as of hunger appeased and stayed; <br />In the heavens a silence that seems not mere privation of sound, <br />But a thing with form and body, a thing to be touched and weighed! <br />Yet I know that I dwell in the midst of the roar of the cosmic wheel, <br />In the hot collision of Forces, and clangor of boundless Strife, <br />Mid the sound of the speed of the worlds, the rushing worlds, and the peal <br />Of the thunder of Life.<br /><br />William Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dawn-of-the-headland/
