Oh, hush thee, Earth! Fold thou thy weary palms! <br />The sunset glory fadeth in the west; <br />The purple splendor leaves the mountain's crest; <br />Gray twilight comes as one who beareth alms, <br />Darkness and silence and delicious calms. <br />Take thou the gift, O Earth! On Night's soft breast <br />Lay thy tired head and sink to dreamless rest, <br />Lulled by the music of her evening psalms. <br />Cool darkness, silence, and the holy stars, <br />Long shadows when the pale moon soars on high, <br />One far lone night-bird singing from the hill, <br />And utter rest from Day's discordant jars; <br />O soul of mine! when the long night draws nigh <br />Will such deep peace thine inmost being fill?<br /><br />Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hush-6/
