NATURE'S CALM

by: Alcman

      HE mountain brows, the rocks, the peaks, are sleeping,
      Uplands and gorges hush!
      The thousand moorland things are stillness keeping;
      The beasts under each bush
      Crouch, and the hivèd bees
      Rest in their honeyed ease;
      In the purple sea fish lie as they were dead,
      And each bird folds his wing over his head.

This English translation, by Edwin Arnold, of 'Nature's Calm' is reprinted from Greek Poets in English Verse. Ed. William Hyde Appleton. Cambridge: The Riverside Press, 1893.

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