The storm hath passed; I hear the birds rejoice; the hen, Returned into the road again, Her cheerful notes repeats
The sky serene Is, in the west, upon the mountain seen: The country smiles; bright runs the silver stream
Each heart is ch...
'Tis death
and peace, indeed, is here, And ease from shame, and rest from fear
There's nothing can dismarble now The smoothness of that limpid brow
But is a calm like this, in truth, The crowning end of life and youth, And when this...
Have patience,
O my sorrow, and be still
You asked for night: it falls: it is here
A shadowy atmosphere enshrouds the hill,to some men bringing peace, to others care