'over every hill
all is still;
in no leaf of any tree
can you see
the motion of a breath;
every bird has ceased its song.
wait; and thou too, ere long,
shall be quiet in death.'
'over every hill
all is still;
in no leaf of any tree
can you see
the motion of a breath;
every bird has ceased its song.
wait; and thou too, ere long,
shall be quiet in death.'