The mirrored silence of this pool...

The mirrored silence of this pool . . . . . . . . . Reveals a world of noiseless rule. It soothes and rests my fevered spirit— A bath of balm of the deeps, and cool.

Still move the clouds, still wheel the skies, The aspiring tree no longer sighs,— Fair thoughts of God, full-clothed in Heaven, All calm and beautiful in Love's eyes!

Glassed in the light of Heaven's repose, He wears perfection, like a rose! Impatient heart, be still! Thou seëst He brings His work to a perfect close.