i4 STEVENSON'S POEMS ABOUT THE SHELTERED GARDEN GROUND ABOUT the sheltered garden ground The trees stand strangely still. . The vale ne'er seemed so deep before, Nor yet so high the hill. An awful sense of quietness, A fulness of repose, * Breathes from the dewy garden-lawns, The silent garden rows. As the hoof-beats of a troop of horse Heard far across a plain, A nearer knowledge of great thoughts Thrills vaguely through my brain. I lean my head upon my arm, My heart's too full to think ; Like the roar of seas, upon my heart Doth the morning stillness sink.