Classic Poem

'Tis pleasant then to stand so silently
You hear your calm heart beating regular,
And listen to the faint suburban stir,
And city's deeper hum; the hourly cry
Of Time's night-watchers; or Evening's sigh,
Like a sad nun's at vespers; or sounds which near
Would seem discordant e'en to Midas' ear,
But, in the distance mingling, make sweet harmony.
And when the Moon usurps her brother's sphere,
'Tis pleasant to behold, with pondering eyne,
The silver moonlight on the silent scene;
The sleeping earth; and skies like waters clear,
Through which some sights of heaven we dim discern,
That make this world more sweet, though we for others yearn.