Classic Poem

After the noisy day, with rush and roar,
Has all the chambers of the soul possest,
Its holy nooks disturbed with rout unblest,
How sweet the lengthening shadows on the floor,
As soft the old nurse, Night, shuts to the door,
Draws down the star-pinned curtains of the west,
Hushes the birds and all the flowers to rest,
Puts out the lights, and brings us peace once more.

Then we, our heads in our earth-cradle laid,
Trust all to her strong arms and watchful care,
While suns and planets rock us in our sleep.
We drift into the dark all unafraid,
For all the eternal forces are aware
That 'tis the Universe's child they keep.