So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!
Women are so gentle, so affectionate, so true in sorrow, so untired and untiring! but the leaf withers not sooner, and tropic light fades not more abruptly.
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
How silent are the winds!
I said that I loved the wise proverb, Brief, simple and deep; For it I'd exchange the great poem That sends us to sleep.