In a dull swiftness we are carried by br With bodies left at sway and shaking knees. br The wind has ceased, or is a feeble breeze br Warm in the sun. The leaves are not yet dry br From yesterday's dense rain. All, low and high, br A strong green country; but, among its trees, br Ruddy and thin with Autumn. After these br There is the city still before the sky. br Versailles is reached. Pass we the galleries br And seek the gardens. A great silence here, br Through the long planted alleys, to the long br Distance of water. More than tune or song, br Silence shall grow to awe within thine eyes, br Till thy thought swim with the blue turning sphere.