QUOTATION: the broad cloud-driving moon in the clear sky
Lifts o'er the firs her shining shield,
And in her tranquil light
Sleep falls on forest and field.
See! sleep hath fallen: the trees are asleep:
The night is come. The land is wrapt in sleep.
ATTRIBUTION: Robert Bridges (1844'1930), British poet, critic. The storm is over, the land hushes to rest (l. 38'43). . .