I have seen things that charmed the heart to rest: <br />Faint moonlight on the towers of ancient towns, <br />Flattering the soul to dream of old renowns; <br />The first clear silver on the mountain crest <br />Where the lone eagle by his chilly nest <br />Called the lone soul to brood serenely free; <br />Still pools of sunlight shimmering in the sea, <br />Calm after storm, wherein the storm seemed blest. <br /> <br />But here a peace deeper than peace is furled, <br />Enshrined and chaliced from the changeful hour; <br />The snow is still, yet lives in its own light. <br />Here is the peace which brooded day and night, <br />Before the heart of man with its wild power <br />Had ever spurned or trampled the great world.<br /><br />Duncan Campbell Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-snow-time-2/
