Serenity by Edward Rowland SillBrook,Be still,—be still!Midnight’s arch is brokenIn thy ceaseless ripples.Dark and cold below themRuns the troubled water,—Only on its bosom,Shimmering and trembling,Doth the glinted star-shine Sparkle and cease. Life,Be still,—be still!Boundless truth is shatteredOn thy hurrying current.Rest, with face uplifted,Calm, serenely quiet;Drink the deathless beauty—Thrills of love and wonderSinking, shining, star-like;Till the mirrored heavenHollow down within theeHoly deeps unfathomed,Where far thoughts go floating,And low voices wander Whispering peace.-----Prosodia is a daily podcast dedicated to historical notes and poems, hosted by Karim El Azhari. Welcome!All show notes are heavily recycled from old The Writer’s Almanac archives. May that podcast rest in peace (it was Karim’s favorite).All poems are public domain or submitted by the author for use on the show.Intro and outro music by Chillhop Records. They are amazing!And remember, tell beauty you think so.