Where silence sleeps and sunbeams fain
Would waken the slumber spell—
For there the gods find the world again,
Immortals of ancient lore,
And time is gone, and a mad-glad faun
Knows the glades of Greece once more.
In Trinity Church-Yard at Sunset
How still they sleep within the city moil
In their old church-yard with its sighing trees,
Where sometimes through the din a twilight breeze