Classic Poem

Tree by tree filleth,
What do they sigh at?
Field by field thrilleth,
Low comes the fiat,
" Let him that willeth
Cease from his riot,
Starlight distilleth;
O World, be quiet!

" Night the tremendous
Grasps thee and veils thee,
Slow thy stupendous
Intelligence fails thee.

" I, the star-crowded,
Outsoar and outsink thee;
No more care-clouded
Need'st thou bethink thee!
" Let my primordial
Stupor that seizes
Cure, with the cordial
For all thy diseases. "

Field by field thrilleth —
Tree by tree filleth.
Fled is all riot.
Sleep the soul filleth,
Man no more willeth,
Starlight distilleth;
All Earth is quiet.