LXXXIX.

All Heaven and Earth are still--though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most;[332] And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep:-- All Heaven and Earth are still: From the high host Of stars, to the lulled lake and mountain-coast, All is concentered in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of Being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and Defence.[333]