Not till the sun, that brings to birth <br />The myriad marvels of the earth <br />And bids us look with wandering eyes <br />On all that here about us lies, <br />Has gone behind the hill, <br />Do you, O peaceful evening star, <br />Gaze on the dusk in which we are <br />And draw the heart of hope and love <br />To infinite deep on deep above <br />And bid our care be still. <br /> <br />All glorious pleasures of the day, <br />When every sense may have its way <br />And thought may touch the tiniest fact <br />And gauge the motive and the act <br />And measure our delight, <br />Depart, and leave us to the quest <br />Of quiet solitude and rest <br />And knowledge that the plotting brain <br />With all its science cannot gain <br />But from the soul of Night.<br /><br />John Le Gay Brereton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hesper-2/
