In darkness the loud sea makes moan; br And earth is shaken, and all evils creep br About her ways. br Oh, now to know you sleep! br Out of the whirling blinding moil, alone, br Out of the slow grim fight, br One thought to wing -- to you, asleep, br In some cool room that's open to the night br Lying half-forward, breathing quietly, br One white hand on the white br Unrumpled sheet, and the ever-moving hair br Quiet and still at length! . . . br br Your magic and your beauty and your strength, br Like hills at noon or sunlight on a tree, br Sleeping prevail in earth and air. br br In the sweet gloom above the brown and white br Night benedictions hover; and the winds of night br Move gently round the room, and watch you there. br And through the dreadful hours br The trees and waters and the hills have kept br The sacred vigil while you slept, br And lay a way of dew and flowers br Where your feet, your morning feet, shall tread. br And still the darkness ebbs about your bed. br Quiet, and strange, and loving-kind, you sleep. br And holy joy about the earth is shed; br And holiness upon the deep.