The storm is over, the land hushes to rest: The tyrannous wind, its strength fordone, Is fallen back in the west. - Robert Bridges

On such a night, when Air has loosed
Its guardian grasp on blood and brain,
Old terrors then of god or ghost
Creep from their caves to life again.

The name of happiness is but a wider term
for the unalloy'd conditions of the Pleasur of Life,
attendant on all function, and not to be deny'd
to th' soul, unless forsooth in our thought of nature
spiritual is by definition unnatural.

The evening darkens over
After a day so bright,
The windcapt waves discover
That wild will be the night.