Quiet

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h3><SPAN name="QUIET" id="QUIET"></SPAN>QUIET</h3> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">A log-hut in the solitude,<br/></span> <span class="i2">A clapboard roof to rest beneath!<br/></span> <span class="i0">This side, the shadow-haunted wood;<br/></span> <span class="i2">That side, the sunlight-haunted heath.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">At daybreak Morn will come to me<br/></span> <span class="i2">In raiment of the white winds spun;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Slim in her rosy hand the key<br/></span> <span class="i2">That opes the gateway of the sun.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Her smile will help my heart enough<br/></span> <span class="i2">With love to labor all the day,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And cheer the road, whose rocks are rough,<br/></span> <span class="i2">With her smooth footprints, each a ray.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">At dusk a voice will call afar,<br/></span> <span class="i2">A lone voice like the whippoorwill’s;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And, on her shimmering brow one star,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Night will descend the western hills.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">She at my door till dawn will stand,<br/></span> <span class="i2">With gothic eyes, that, dark and deep,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Are mirrors of a mystic land,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Fantastic with the towns of sleep.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />