Stillness! Down the dripping ride,
The firebreak avenue
Of Tunstall Forest, at the side
Of which we sought for you,
You did not come. The soft rain dropped
And quiet indeed we found:
No cars but ours, and ours was stopped,
Rainfall the only sound.
And quiet is a lovely essence;
Silence is of the tomb,
Austere though happy; but the tense
Stillness did not come,
The deer did not, although they fed
Perhaps nearby that day,
The liquid eye and elegant head
No more than a mile away.