  That her destroying fury was with noise And sudden uproar—but far otherwise, With silent and with secret ministries, Her skill of renovation she employs: For Nature, only loud when she destroys, Is silent when she fashions. She will crowd The work of her destruction, transient, loud, Into an hour, and then long peace enjoys. Yea, every power that fashions and upholds Works silently—all things whose life is sure, Their life is calm—silent the light that moulds And colours all things; and without debate The stars, which are for ever to endure, Assume their thrones and their unquestioned state. |
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