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Robert Laurence Binyon - "How dark, how quiet sleeps the vale below!"Robert Laurence Binyon - "How dark, how quiet sleeps the vale below!"
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How dark, how quiet sleeps the vale below! In the dim farms, look, not a window shines: Distantly heard among the lonely pines, How soft the languid autumn breezes flow Past me, and kiss my hair, and cheek, and mouth! Half--veiled is the calm sky: Jupiter`s kingly eye Alone glows full in the unclouded South. Alas! and can sweet Night avail to heal Not one of the world`s wounds? Must I, even here, Still listen with the mind`s too wakeful ear To that sad sound, which in my flesh I feel; Sound of unresting, unrejoicing feet, With feverish steps or slow For ever, to and fro, Pacing the gay, thronged, friendless, stony street? Nature is free; but Man the eternal slave Of care and passion. Must I deem that true? With fields and quiet have we nought to do, Because our spirits for ever crave and crave, And never found their satisfaction yet? World, is thy heart so cold, So deeply weary and old, That thy sole business is but to forget? No, no! these perfect trees, with whispering voice, These flowers, that have to thee a solace been, And yet an alien solace, so serene They live, and in their life seem to rejoice; Life how unlike to thine! These flowers, these trees, Are children of one birth With thee, O Man; as Earth, Earth, still so fair, for all thy ravages, Is sister to yon radiant Jupiter, Who with such glorious and untroubled gaze Upon his own course burning down Heaven`s ways Across deep seas of darkness looks at her! Perchance in his vast bosom he, too, keeps Like ferment, like distress; Yet tranquil shines not less, Lord of the night, that round his splendour sleeps.
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