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ABOUT the sheltered garden ground / The trees stand strangely still.
The vale ne'er seemed so deep before, / Nor yet so high the hill.
An awful sense of quietness, / A fulness of repose, / Breathes from the dewy garden-lawns, / The silent garden rows.
As the hoof-beats of a troop of horse / Heard far across a plain, / A nearer knowledge of great thoughts / Thrills vaguely through my brain.
I lean my head upon my arm, / My heart's too full to think; / Like the roar of seas, upon my heart / Doth the morning stillness sink.