Tranquil

A peasant's humble cottage door:
O how tranquil was the hour:
My bosom felt its soothing pow'r,
I paus'd- and silent gaz'd around,
And listen'd for each rural sound.
Low the woodbine-scented breeze
Rustling crept among the trees;
Then I softly gently heard
The twitter of the nestling bird:
While across the forest dell,
Tinkled faint the cattle's bell..

S. Evance