More than Sweet

The noisy fire, The drumming wind, The creaking trees, And all that hum Of summer air And all the long inquietude Of breaking seas----

Sweet and delightful are In loneliness. But more than these The quiet light From the morn's sun And night's astonished moon, Falling gently upon breaking seas.

Such quietness Another beauty is-- Ah, and those stars So gravely still More than light, than beauty pour Upon the strangeness Of the heart's breaking seas.