At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.
Rudyard KiplingThey will come back, come back again, As long as the red earth rolls. He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think he would squander souls?
Rudyard KiplingIt was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening.
Rudyard Kipling