A Calm Evening

Seest thou how clear and sharp the shadows are
Among the cattle on yon ridgy field,
So softly glooming amid light so fair?
Yon mighty trees no blast may dare to wield;
The things that own most motion and most sound
Are tranced and silent; all is mute around.
Where is the wind? Not in yon glassy sky,
Not in the trees, — what deep tranquillity
Has hush'd his voice? Methinks so calm should fall
The eve before the great millennial morn,
Before the first of those high days is born,
Whose placid tenor shall be peace to all.
Sink deeply in my heart, surpassing scene!
And be thy memory clear, for I would live therein!