Let those whose Hearts and Hands are strongTell eager Tales of mighty Deeds;Enough if my sequestered songTo hush'd and twilight Gardens leads!Clear Waters, drawn from secret WellsPerchance may fevered Lips assuage;The Tales an elder Pilgrim tellsTo such as go on Pilgrimage.Such the soft Path my Words would trace,Thus with the moving Waters move;So leave, across the Ocean's Face,A glimmering Stair to Hope and Love.
The woods are hush'd, their music is no more; The leaf is dead, the yearning past away; New leaf, new life the days of frost are o'er; New life, new love, to suit the newer day: New loves are sweet as those that went before: Free love free field we love but while we may.
How still the morning of the hallow'd day! Mute is the voice of rural labour, hush'd The ploughboy's whistle, and the milkmaid's song.
O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth! O unconfined Restraint! imprisoned liberty! great key To golden palaces.john keats
It was the cooling hour, just when the rounded Red sun sinks down behind the azure hill, Which then seems as if the whole earth is bounded, Circling all nature, hush'd, and dim, and still, With the far mountain-crescent half surrounded On one side, and the deep sea calm and chill Upon the other, and the rosy sky With one star sparkling through it like an eye.lord byron