Exquisite stillness! What serenities <br />Of earth and air! How bright atop the wall <br />The stonecrop’s fire and beyond the precipice <br />How huge, how hushed the primrose evenfall! <br />How softly, too, the white crane voyages <br />Yon honeyed height of warmth and silence, <br />whence <br />He can look down on islet, lake and shore <br />And crowding woods and voiceless promontories <br />Or, further gazing, view the magnificence <br />Of cloud- like mountains and of mountainous cloud <br />Or ghostly wrack below the horizon rim <br />Not even his eye has vantage to explore. <br />Now, spirit, find out wings and mount to him, <br />Wheel where he wheels, where he is soaring soar. <br />Hang where now he hangs in the planisphere - <br />Evening’s first star and golden as a bee <br />In the sun’s hair - for happiness is here!<br /><br />Robert Nichols<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/address-to-the-sunset/
