Classic Poem

The Calm of Night

The mountain brows, the rocks, the peaks are sleeping,
Uplands and gorges hush!
The thousand moorland things are stillness keeping;
The beasts under each bush
Crouch, and the hived bees
Rest in their honied ease;
I' the purple sea fish lie as they were dead,
And each bird folds his wing over his head.EnglishShort Poems