Calm Is All Nature As A Resting Wheel

calmness dawns fed by war terror crocodile infested river so peaceful after the dismemberment of an ill-fated calf satiated nerves calmness in the creatures of terror with jaws and cannines that could tear a lion to shreds in minutes nothing interests them now except the quiet noon slumber the haughty teenager after the fierce beating and repentance incommunicado for weeks as he self reflects calm as the lake only the breeze and the moving clouds to show life the world immediately after the second world war a longed for calmness claimed by a heart drawn out by endless animosity, suspicion blood and tears inspired by 'Calm is all Nature as a Resting Wheel.' Calm is all nature as a resting wheel. The kine are couched upon the dewy grass; The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass, Is cropping audibly his later meal: Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky. Now, in this blank of things, a harmony, Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal That grief for which the senses still supply Fresh food; for only then, when memory Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain Those busy cares that would allay my pain; Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel The officious touch that makes me droop again. William Wordsworth