NOW the quietude of earth <br />Nestles deep my heart within; <br />Friendships new and strange have birth <br />Since I left the city's din. <br /> <br /> <br />Here the tempest stays its guile, <br />Like a big kind brother plays, <br />Romps and pauses here awhile <br />From its immemorial ways. <br /> <br /> <br />Now the silver light of dawn, <br />Slipping through the leaves that fleck <br />My one window, hurries on, <br />Throws its arms around my neck. <br /> <br /> <br />Darkness to my doorway hies, <br />Lays her chin upon the roof, <br />And her burning seraph eyes <br />Now no longer keep aloof. <br /> <br /> <br />And the ancient mystery <br />Holds its hands out day by day, <br />Takes a chair and croons with me <br />By my cabin built of clay. <br /> <br /> <br />When the dusky shadow flits, <br />By the chimney nook I see <br />Where the old enchanter sits, <br />Smiles and waves and beckons me<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hermit-15/
