The Way to the Chapter-house: Sacred Retirement I

A mountain lake, where sleeps the mid-day Moon,
When beetle booming by is heard no more —
'Twixt drowsy hills and sea a sultry noon —
A rural Church, some evening funeral o'er —
A leaf's still image in a fountain hoar —
On cloistral pane the gaze of Saint or Seer,
Suffus'd with lessons sweet of heavenly lore,
And heavenly-rapt affection — These all wear
Calm unalloy'd, but none so deep as lingereth here.