A CALM

George Santayana 1863-1952

When the towering heights of the middle heavens

Deep down in the ocean appear,

How pleasant to see the great summer clouds

Reflect in the water so clear.

There are trees above,

There are trees below,

Huge rocks and sloping hills;

And another Sun with its mellow glow

The pictured landscape fills.

The deep, silent mountains beneath the calm wave

Uphold their companions above.

Until hurrying winds from the breezy west

Sky, mountains, and landscape remove.

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