Quiet Somewhere

'Tis quiet somewhere.

Still.

Where the mind empties her tragedies

and the spirit tarries peacefully until the morrow,

where messengers of woe gain no entry

and languid travelers lay rest among the swallows.

A land I dream of nightly,
a dream I wait on daily.

Alas,
'tis quiet here, my love

we shall fall asleep now.