The mirrored silence of this pool
Reveals a world of noiseless rule.
It soothes and rests my fevered spirit —
A bath of balm of the deeps, and cool.
Still move the clouds, still wheel the skies,
The aspiring tree no longer sighs,—
Fair thoughts of God, full-clothed in Heaven,
All calm and beautiful in Love's eyes!
Glassed in the light of Heaven's repose,
He wears perfection, like a rose!
Impatient heart, be still! Thou seëst
He brings His work to a perfect close.