Don Juan 01-114
Canto the First

CXIV

There is a dangerous silence in that hour,
     A stillness, which leaves room for the full soul
To open all itself, without the power
     Of calling wholly back its self-control;
The silver light which, hallowing tree and tower,
     Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole,
Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws
A loving languor, which is not repose.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) ByronLong