Calm
and deep peace on this high wold,
And on these dews that drench the furze,
And all the silvery gossamers
That
twinkle into green and gold:
Calm
and still light on yon great plain
That sweeps with all its autumn bowers,
And crowded farms and lessening towers,
To
mingle with the bounding main:
Calm
and deep peace in this wide air,
These leaves that redden to the fall;
And in my heart, if calm at all,
If
any calm, a calm despair:
Calm
on the seas, and silver sleep,
And waves that sway themselves in rest,
And dead calm in that noble breast
Which
heaves but with the heaving deep.