When the fierce north-western blast
Cools sea and land so far and fast,
Thou already slumberest deep; 60
Woe and want thou canst outsleep;
Want and woe, which torture us,
Thy sleep makes ridiculous.
Ralph Waldo Emerson.
CCLXIII
TO A WATERFOWL.
Whither, midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,