Alfred, Lord Tennyson(1809–1892)
Sonnet 11
C a l m i s t h e m o r n w i t h o u t a s o u n d ,
C a l m a s t o s u i t a c a l m e r g r i e f ,
A n d o n l y t h r o u g h t h e f a d e d l e a f
T h e c h e s t n u t p a t t e r i n g t o t h e g r o u n d :
C a l m a n d d e e p p e a c e o n t h i s h i g h w o l d , 0upland plain
A n d o n t h e s e d e w s t h a t d r e n c h t h e f u r z e , 0a shrub
A n d all t h e silvery g o s s a m e r s
T h a t t w i n k l e i n t o g r e e n a n d gold:
C a l m a n d still light o n y o n great plain
T h a t s w e e p s w i t h all its a u t u m n b o w e r s ,
A n d c r o w d e d f a r m s a n d l e s s e n i n g t o w e r s ,
T o m i n g l e w i t h t h e b o u n d i n g m a i n :
C a l m a n d d e e p p e a c e i n this w i d e air,
T h e s e l e a v e s that r e d d e n t o t h e fall;
A n d in my heart, if c a l m at all,
If a n y c a l m , a c a l m despair:
C a l m o n t h e seas, a n d silver s l e e p ,
A n d w a v e s that s w a y t h e m s e l v e s i n rest,
A n d d e a d c a l m i n the n o b l e breast
W h i c h h e a v e s b u t w i t h t h e h e a v i n g d e e p .